If the driver didn’t look like he was seriously packing heat, Stiles would have marched up to the window and…and…well, he’s not sure. Something brave and foolhardy, for sure. It probably would have ended with his body in the Thames. Stiles doesn’t want his father to have a son who became fish food. So he clamps down on his unwise urges and settles for scowling as fiercely as he is able to (it isn’t very impressive).

“Yeah? You look like an advocate for incest, asshole.”

The engine revving has him a little nervous though, so he quickly retrieves his bicycle from the ground.