When she returns her attention to him, his gaze guiltily skitters away as if to hide that he’d been staring. Stiles clears his throat and tries to decide if he’s weirded out or not by this information. Coming from a pretty girl like Malia, he thinks he’s okay with it.

“…it’s not like, really strong, is it?” Frowning, he turns and sniffs the material of his t-shirt. “What do I even smell like?”