If only this were a video game; Stiles would be impatiently mashing the A button to move along the tutorial. As it is, he barely manages to avoid dislocating a shoulder when he jerks in surprise from the close proximity. Chancing a quick glance up at Sasuke, he turns his attention back to the monitor only for his eyes to immediately glaze over. It’s the summer; his brain steadily refuses to retain or absorb any uninteresting information. While he’s busy not listening to the explanation, he mulls over Sasuke’s previous words.

“Yeah, right. Don’t think for a second I’m fooled by that stoic look. I’m not happy about this either, okay? And you technically didn’t offer anything. Your boss told you to.”

Huffing, he slumps back in the chair (which consequently rolls backward into Sasuke).

“But let’s get the facts straight. What have I done for you?” Here he holds up a hand, and ticks off his points finger-by-finger. “I didn’t report your shady operation at the hardware store, because no way was that legitimate. I gave—” Stiles cuts himself off abruptly. Along with The Matrix, the fact he gave the guy his number is just something They Don’t Discuss. “I gave you a ride on my bike to a bunch of errands. I hung out with you at the zoo. All you do is verbally abuse me. So appreciate me! God.”