Scott finished up cleaning down the operating theatre and finally removed his gloves for the day. It had been a hard day at the office but a good day, with plenty of network nonsense to fill the time between patients, but he could finally get gone and head over to see Stiles. Before he left he took a moment to reacquaint himself with the snowman-rules and made sure he had it straight - think melt if you have to, otherwise distraction and not thinking about snowmen. Got it.
While he walked to the Stilinski house he spent his time recounting the bones in the body of the common house cat - educational and distracting - while his stomach rumbled hungrily. Not at the thought of cats, that would be weird, just hungriness in general taking its toll.
When he finally made it to the door he knocked and was a little shocked to be Stiles-handled into the house. "Missed you too," Scott told him with a bemused smirk as he returned the kiss. "Wait, were you worried I'd get eaten by a snowman?" he asked breaking into a grin, "awww. You're so cute," Scott told him as he slipped off his coat and hung it up in the hall. "So should I get used to this? Me going out to work and you getting all domestic and making me dinner, cause I won't like, it's a good look," he told Stiles with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Who knew I'd be the caveman type?"