"Ahh, right, Cosmic Karma did this to me," Scott said with an over-dramatic sigh before he broke into laughter along with his friend. "If that's true, I'm a whole lot less cute than I thought," he told Stiles with a shake of his head, "so let's pretend you never did that impression and I'll keep living in blissful ignorance. Deal?"
Scott couldn't argue with that, though a few games along the way had made him want to quit at least in the short term. "Gaming brings out the worst in people. Take Call of Duty as a prime example," he said with a shudder. "If I wanna go get bullied and shot by a bunch of eleven year olds, I'll head out onto the streets!" Scott was glad his buddy wasn't going to push the issue of the unpacking, even if he was getting slap-happy. "Alright, I'm letting go," he told Stiles, "when you kiss my hand better! Sheesh, I'm calling, you definitely have a few kinks that need working out," he teased.
Yeah, Scott pulled a face at that info. "Definitely not gonna be into juggling the cocks," he agreed wholeheartedly. "One at a time or none at all," he wasn't telling Stiles anything he didn't know already but clarification seemed necessary at this point. Also words needed to happen and Scott wasn't certain he knew quite how to handle the information. "I did wonder what he was angling for, with all the questions and all," he said frowning. He looked at Stiles and then at his hands, which were twisting with nervous tension. "We don't keep stuff from each other," was Scott's answer to Stiles' question, "at least, I didn't think we did until the other night."