[Stiles hasn't quite figured out how to stop trying to figure out people's motives. And motives of the supernatural. He's not sure his mind will ever allow for that really. He's too curious. If he's not careful, it'll probably either be what drives him over the edge or what kills him, if not both. He seeks answers, something he gets from his dad, mostly. He's usually good about finding them. About figuring things out. But some things and some people take a lot more time than others.

Dean's voice when he calls back doesn't sound -- well, it doesn't sound good. It sounds weak, and yes, uninviting, but that's something Stiles has faced with many people over the years. It's something he can live with, something he isn't really even bothered by.

He opens the door and glances around but doesn't see Dean anywhere. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at the ladder and then looks up. He's in the attic, apparently. Or as close to an attic as it gets on the Barge. Stiles isn't super fond of small, dark spaces these days, but he looks from the table to the ceiling again and shakes his head.]

It's a -- burger and fries. Milkshake. Wasn't sure what kind of shake you like so I went with chocolate. [Because doesn't everyone like chocolate?] You sure you don't want me to bring it up? [Because he's not sure what kind of shape Dean is currently in and if he can even manage to get back down right now.]