"Nope, you only get one story before bedtime," Scott told him with a decisive shake of his head, "more than that is just greed. I will not indulge you!"
Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the move but it was a huge event in Stiles' life that couldn't be air-brushed out, however much they might want to. "Yeah, I know you did," he said more softly, "but you started doing new stuff too." Still, athletics seemed way out of character for them, especially for Scott. "There are worse places to be than the bench," he said with an accepting shrug, "could have been down a mine or up a chimney," he said with a small smile. Now it was out there Scott couldn't ignore Stiles' opinion and what could he do but support his BFF? "Alright, so suppose it's real," he said sitting back in his chair, "what does it mean to you?" Scott asked. "What changes?"
As Stiles talked, and cringed, Scott's eyebrows got higher and higher until they had nowhere left to go. "Holy shit! Your Dad? No way!" he said with a shake of his head, "that randy old goat! Who knew?" Yeah, that was a shock alright and now he had heard that he could never un-hear it. But at least he hadn't seen it, right? "You sure you're actually in one piece?" Scott asked, "I mean, I worry about you sometimes, you know?" he teased. "As long as you're here, I can handle whatever the place throws my way," he told Stiles with a nod, "that's what friends are for, right? And torturing, obviously."