[Scott reaches out automatically when Stiles gets to his feet, offering a steadying hand just in case he does trip over his own feet. It wouldn't be the first time. He manages a smile, then a laugh at Stiles' defense, and starts to shake his head - but before he can say, no, it's cool, I didn't mean it like that, Stiles is hitting the heart of things and sitting again.
The smile slips away, and Scott nods quietly, looking down at his lap for a moment before peeking up again.]
So...you and Lydia...?
[He's dancing around what he wants to say, but it's Stiles. He can only manage that for so long before it just busts out of him.]
[Spam]
The smile slips away, and Scott nods quietly, looking down at his lap for a moment before peeking up again.]
So...you and Lydia...?
[He's dancing around what he wants to say, but it's Stiles. He can only manage that for so long before it just busts out of him.]