During the ride over, Stiles slumps against the door window and drools a bit on the interior of the cab. Hopefully the cabbie doesn’t notice. He gets out of the vehicle more easily than he got in, and starts drifting off in a random direction as Nancy pays the man.

“I was just wondering.” The mumble is low, flat. “How come…how come there is no ‘I’ in ‘team’…? Or in ‘threesome.’”

Yes, he’s doing alright, Nancy.