"Oh yeah, if anyone knows you're not exactly Mr. Sensitive, it's me." Stiles couldn't help his usual hint (or strong subtext) of sarcasm. He was so used to that being his only defense that it was practically ingrained in his DNA by now.

"Just...baby steps alright? I know I have to figure out something with me dad, but I don't have to do that right away right? I should be focusing on controlling my blood lust...."