"If I started to indulge you now, I'd never be able to stop," Scott answered with a grin, "so no. However much you pout," he said giving Stiles' lip a gentle flick.
He nodded, totally understanding his friend's desire to change the subject. Hell, he'd seen what Stiles went through and there were so many times Scott had wished he were closer so that he could give him more support. When he'd finally gotten his licence it had been easier. Now at least he could do more. "Yeah, coming round to my view on the bench now, huh?" Scott said with a chuckle. At least they were on the bench together, right? "Yeah, I hope so. I mean, we're still us, right?" he said giving Stiles a worried look. He didn't know what it might mean if the bleed-overs got more pronounced or if Scott started dreaming too.
"I honestly can't imagine how bad that would be," Scott answered with a shudder. "It was bad enough seeing Mom all in love and mooning around like a teenager without her being an actual teenager!" he said shaking his head. "Gonna be seriously wary around your Dad from here on in," he said with a nod, "never gonna let him out of my sight in case he pulls some naked-stuff." Stiles' face was a picture though and his brain might be splintered but he was still Stiles. "Gimme the food and tell me what I'm eating," Scott told him as he arrived with plates filled with burgery-goodness. "Always the torture. What fun would life be without the torture?" he said with a grin.