Stiles shakes his head, takes a step back, frowning. He reaches down starts lining up the loose change that Derek had collected, moving the quarters with the quarters, the dimes with the dimes, into neat rows.
"It's the same lives," he insists. "The same lives, happening at the same time, in different universes. But here...now...we're catching a glimpse of that other universe."
His sighs and his fingers scrub at his chin as he muses. "Where I'm...I'm a loser high school kid and you're literally supernaturally hot." He huffs, derisively. "Some things never change."