"Do we need to go over the reason I was on the pavement in the first place again?" No, we don't. He's certainly said it enough times and all of his energy needs to be redirected to his legs instead, muscles finally starting to feel that familiar burn of tiredness when Stiles intentionally makes his task just that much harder.

"First you sardonically suggest that we're actually getting quality time together and then you say you should've left me behind back there; if you really want to dedicate yourself to your craft of bullshitting people then you should stick to one story at a time," he counters, suddenly snapping those pedals back and throwing a foot down to catch it against concrete and keep them from toppling after a loss of momentum.

"Now stop it. It's going to take us even longer at this rate."