Stiles looked up when he heard Scott getting up and moving closer to him. Before he could say something he was getting hugged. And for a moment he didn't move, but eventually, he hugged back. "I know. And I don't." He still didn't think he needed to be told these things. He knew. They could have stayed hugging for a while long and he wouldn't have minded, but Scott was already pulling away and sitting back down at his side of the table. "I guess. I mean. I don't know. I don't think I've done anything differently lately." Maybe he should ask.
"I believe that," he said with a snort. "You should try not thinking. I mean, what are you even thinking about?" The wide-eyed look on Scott's face made him laugh. "Aw, why not? You know you're having fun thinking about it," he teased. "Went to a club. I guess I was staring at them more than I thought. I was going to leave, but they pulled me into their little bubble. Dancing turns into touching and kissing and then I'm inviting them home. Yes, fun was had. A lot of fun was had. And I think you already know the answer to that question." He rolled his eyes again. He probably would have thrown something at Scott, but he had pretty much eaten everything on his plate.
"What have you been doing lately? Anything interesting?"