[Stiles took a spot on the couch, the spot he always took, not because it had any particular value but because he just always sat there--whenever he actually used the front door, and didn't just climb into Scott's bedroom, which was conveniently located above the porch roof. Stiles would definitely call himself spry. Or he did, until Scott started jumping around like a carnivore kangaroo.]
I've got a great idea. Let's just pretend Peter's not here until we hear that he is. [A grim but earnest suggestion.] It kind of weirds me that the whole pack is gone. I don't like you doing the lone wolf thing. Lone wolves get cut in half and recruited into alpha packs and stuff. [Chomping on a Cheeto as one knee bounces nervously.]
How much you want too bet it's one of the school doors? Everything in this town happens at the school, man. [...] I guess it could be in the old Hale house, that place is creepy enough. We should go check it out. [Stiles rubbed at one tired eye.]