The brutal honesty and self-awareness of Sasuke’s answer takes him aback, though he knows it shouldn’t by this point. Silent, he concentrates on the mechanical whirl of bicycle spokes while scrambling to think of some clever response. Nothing; it’s hard to mock a guy so willing to treat his own flaws as strengths.

Fortunately, the other boy saves him from needing to immediately reply. Stiles worries at his bottom lip. Did he forget to take his meds that morning? Maybe. While he’s usually fairly good at remembering to take them, London has totally thrown off his routine. Not that it matters, honestly—the Ambien has been frustratingly ineffective lately. He blames all these damn supernatural types.

“Shut up,” he suggests without heat, applying the handbrakes harder. No doubt he’ll need to replace the brake pads once Sasuke is through with them. “I should have left you on the sidewalk. You’re such a little punk.”