"...hey, it's part of high school." Stiles chuckled. "I know I'm not the most likable guy." He shrugged, moving to rest a hand on top of Isaac's, thumb running over his knuckles. He knew what the other teen wanted to do; he'd let him, even if he didn't necessarily like it. It was occasionally emasculating--he wasn't a damsel in distress. He was a capable guy, most of the time.

But if it made Isaac feel better, he'd allow it; he always did. "I know you are." And for Stiles's part, he'd been trying to stay out of scraps so this didn't happen in the first place.