"Tell me again why you're my best friend?" Scott said with a laugh and a shake of his head, "and that was a horrible me-impression!" At least, he hoped it was cause otherwise he should probably take some voice-coaching lessons. "Good to know cause the restaurant's currently closed," he told Stiles.
"Alright, now I know what to get you for Christmas," he said with a smile, "and don't say you weren't warned. The dude almost rage-quit gaming over that thing," Scott told him. "We'll get to the boxes some other night," he gave Stiles a smile of relief and then glared back at the boxes, "unless you make me tackle the beast. Pleased don't make me, Stiles! I'm just not ready to face the pain," Scott said grabbing his friend's t-shirt and feigning begging for his life.
Scott wasn't sure how to handle this, "I'm actually kinda shocked," he finally managed. "He propositioned me too at one point," though he hadn't responded, unsure whether it was some bizarre trick to convince him to deal with Stiles-stuff. "You got bored?" Okay, he turned to face his friend, "I'm gonna ask this again. Do we need to talk about stuff?"