The comment about his father elicits a distant, faraway grin from Stiles, like he’s recalling over instances to either support or oppose the assessment. As much as Stiles thinks and chats about Scott McCall, he’s come to miss his old man desperately. He worries how his dad has been taking care of himself, if Melissa has been able to check in on him from time to time. With a slow inhale, he returns to the conversation at hand.

“I don’t really eat breakfast.” Usually because he doesn’t wake up until the afternoon. “I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

And as for the other matter… “Don’t worry. About the magic. Seriously, it’s fine. More than fine. It’s actually really cool. I wish I could have seen it.”