Even Stiles can tell from that wording that Cooper would prefer he not pry. With a shrug, he swallows down the questions bubbling in his throat, instead focusing on the follow-up. The bruise still hurts, though it’s dulled down a lot in comparison to the day Apollo slugged him. Touching it gingerly, he sighs.

“You’d probably be guessing a while, it’s not like you know much about my social life,” he points out, simply to be evasive.