Brows furrowed, he rides out the laughter with an uncertain upturn of his own mouth. He doesn’t quite understand why the suggestion would be so funny, but he’s willing to tolerate Cooper’s mirth. That is, until the casual insult. And just like that, Stiles’ expression loses its warmth. Eyes hard, he stares at the young man from across the row and understands immediately what Cooper must be.

“This isn’t kindergarten, dude. I don’t think we need to resort to name calling.”