"I can picture it happening in my head." He really could. "Real New York, maybe. But this if fake New York. And not even all of New York. Just a sliver of it." He laughed. "And that doesn't scare you?"
He shook his head no. "They always came back. There was no way to get away from them unless you went into the bathroom, but even then there was a time limit."
Stiles had to laugh. "No, he doesn't. Umm, define together."
With a fake look of shock, he gasped. "That's not nice. You're not supposed to want to see me get tortured. Anyway, don't forget, it would be a mix of me and Lydia if we did have kids." Which was not soon. Like at all. "Not married yet. Not even engaged." He leaned in and jus let his dad hug him yet again. "I think I pretty much knew since the third grade."