The title of sir has him grimacing, because that’s how people address his father. For crying out loud, he’s not even 18 years old yet! But he accepts the handkerchiefs unthinkingly, doing as she suggests while slowly sitting up. God, his back is going to be killing him tomorrow.

“Stiles,” he tells her, voice all nasally from pinching his nose. “That’s my name. Let’s stick with that instead of sir. Cool?”