"I'm trying to feed you up and make sure you get all the protein you need," Scott replied with a slow nod of amusement, "cause you'll need the energy," he finished with a teasing smirk. "Nothing unusual, just the guts and gore of a day at the office," combined with cleaning up after both animals and surgeons. "Comparatively your spitting chicken is positively a turn on," he told Stiles with a grin. He gave his boyfriend a wiggle of his eyebrows, "not counting out a 'later' after all, huh? Just playing hard to get. Got it," he thought for a minute there Stiles might actually be turning him down. There was a first time for everything, right?
Scott gave a skeptical laugh, "which either means you're a lousy liar or a lousy lacrosse player, right?" Cause if he wasn't aiming... he sure was doing a good job of finding his balls! He slid his hand across the table and gave Stiles' hand a squeeze, "I know you were. It's just if I don't find something in these fucking dreams to laugh about it's gonna send me nuts," he said softly. "You were the one that just told me you knew how to help me control the wolf, which kinda suggests you think this dream is somehow supposed to help us," Scott pointed out. "I just hope it doesn't come to that," he said with a sigh as he ate another bite of food.