She swings a foot at him. “You weren’t even paying attention! Aaaagh. What even are you thinking about?”
“It’s because I don’t watch it!” he retorts, raising his voice, but not because he was angry. “What am I thinking about? My mind has no bounds, it goes everywhere.”
This is a familiar conversation. Stiles’ inability to pay attention is legendary. “What are you thinking about this minute?” she specifies. Whatever it is, it’s a little more serious than when his mind usually wanders off. She perches on the end of the bed, beside his head, and looks down at him on the floor.
