There was a blog. [ He cracks the joke immediately, wiggling his eyebrows at him and shifts a little, still lingering close. He's practically bouncing with the amount of energy in the moment--the fact that he's here again is just completely trumped by the fact that he's with Scott.

He takes the news with his mom like he figured he would, and Stiles nods. ] Yeah...yeah, I feel you, man. Everything's fine, at least for now.

[ But then he rolls his head back to look at the ceiling, like he's got a particularly juicy story to tell. And oh, he does. ] I mean, except for the whole thing where I totally almost got killed by a girl because she was going to make out with me or something and it turns out I think we're actually related, or something? Either way, finding out your childhood friends are actually monsters is the single most traumatizing experience of a person's life. [ That last part comes out flatly. This is Stiles' luck with women, Scott. ]