Stiles clapped. "Good story. Tell me another one," he joked.
"I kind of stopped doing a lot of things when we moved." He glanced out the window for a moment before looking back at Scott again. "That's why you sat on the bench and I just sucked." At least that's the feeling he got out of the dream. "A bit, yeah. Others have talked about having dreams."
Stiles smiled innocently. "Ugh," Stiles sighed and then started to tell Scott everything that happened when they were de-aged. "No idea." He reached over and placed his hand on Scott's thigh. "You'll be fine. I'm still in one piece and I've been here since I was ten."