Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
[Of all the strange things that had happened to him, getting sniffed wouldn't have registered more than a blink. And, hey, he didn't fault Scott for being more concerned with his friend than a stranger. He gave a lop-sided grin and ruffled his hair sheepishly.] Maybe a place to crash if I ever get to explore other doors. Seriously, man, don't worry about it. [He gave a wave of his hand to illustrate the fact.
Bobby glanced over to where Stiles was, ahem, on ice.] Yeah, go for it. You need some privacy?