Too girly for /him/, she meant, but whatever. She lifts her eyebrows at him slightly. “I’m not that closed down, I can still tell when you’re not as enthused as you’re trying to make me think.” She flops down on the pillows next to him, trying not to touch. After what happened earlier, she’s not sure what that would set off.
His eyebrows raise and he looks at her with almost the same expression. “What? I’m just trying to support the stuff you love, y’know?” That’s what friends did, right? At least, that’s what Stiles thought they did. He thought he was a good friend, sure, a little bit of a shithead at some points, but far from a bad friend. Stiles moves to give her some room when she flops down on the space before him, a friendly smile coming on his face.
Summer shoves his shoulder. “Dork,” she says, fondly. “Why do I keep you?”
