Given his typical grace, especially in the presence of attractive people, Stiles just counts himself really lucky that he doesn't immediately trip over his own feet. It's a near thing, though, especially when he registers that Scott is waiting for him in black boxers and nothing else, which - he might have overestimated how cool he could be about this. (Should he have changed? He's wearing, like - normal Stiles clothing. Would it be weirder for him to have showed up looking like this wasn't just an average bff hangout?)

"Oh, sure," he says, forcing himself to sound way more casual than he actually feels as he tosses the bag of deliciousness towards Scott's bed, "you couldn't pick up on that stuff back when I wanted to know if I had a chance with Lydia but now you're all about it."