"Nope, it's all about the energy," Scott answered with a suggestive nod, "doesn't mean you're not thinking about pizza now, huh?" Oh yeah, Stiles definitely had that look in his eyes and he couldn't help but laugh a little. This time it was Scott's turn to roll his eyes at the bird comment, "and yet you shove your chicken-reject on my plate. So long as I know your line, huh?" He wasn't sure which amused Scott most, that Stiles intended to try and make him work for it or that Scott was pretty damn sure he wouldn't hold out long! "In that case," he stretched his arms, "it's been a long day. I'm not sure I have the energy," Scott told him with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
It was the weirdest thing. Stiles with his lack of skills and Scott with his asthma and yet they were both on the school team, "it didn't seem like a really tiny school to you, did it?" Like only big enough to have enough boys for a team in the place... nope, not in his dreams, anyway. "Deal," Scott answered with a nod, "but it's not gonna happen," he said with a shrug. Stiles needed someone there for him even if it was only to talk to. The dreams were fucked up enough without dealing with them alone. He broke into a broad smile as he saw Stiles grin, "good to know," he laughed, even if he'd only said it like that because 'boyfriend' or 'friend' really didn't seem to cut it right now. He was fine being Stiles', either way, seemed like they were on the same page there too.
"I'm slow, am I?" Scott put his finger to his lips, "shhh, I'm eating!" he told him and started stuffing his face until he was full, finally handing his plate to Stiles. "Better?!"