"I do definitely still want it," he said. "Promise." Danger wasn't really a scary concept to him, and hadn't been for some time. Yes, of course there was fear. Of course there was a knowledge that he might not survive whatever it was they were up against. But it wasn't that heart-pounding panic-inducing run-for-the-hills kind of fear. It was the kind of fear that let him act, let him function.
And if he could put that to use here--well. He'd be set.
"We do a lot of waiting back home, too. Waiting for the next dead body to show up, waiting for the next detail that gets you closer to knowing what's attacking." He shrugged. "The trick is to make waiting smart. Do all the stuff you won't have time to do when the heat's on."
He cleared his throat. "And.. uh, thanks. For.. for listening, and uh, the job." He pressed his lips together. There were way worse bosses than Emma Swan. A lot of way worse bosses. And unfortunately, it was looking alarmingly like Stiles was doing to fit into this town just fine.