Stiles' eyebrows raise skeptically, because he was pretty sure that he'd awkward-ed his way out of the friend invitation, first by virtue of being awkward and second by the whole not-dating-Cora thing, and third by the whole multiverse explanation that had gone over like a lead balloon.
"...if that's still something you want," he offers, bracing himself. "You have my number. If you want to text. Or um...well, I'm working at Stark Tower most days? But you could come by for lunch or something, if you're in the area. We have a shawarma truck now."