[ well. this isn't exactly where he pictured this conversation headed at the start of it. how they went from talking about how hanging out was cool, to cupcakes, to both of them being sorry (one of them unnecessarily, stiles) and feeling awkward is a little bit of a blur, but billy is determined to try and get things back on track, or at least a little less... blue.

not that billy minds heavy conversation, because he doesn't, but he can tell just by stiles' tone that maybe he just doesn't want to talk about this anymore - and that's fair. billy doesn't blame him for that at all.

billy drags his foot up so he's sitting butterfly style with one hand gripping his socked feet, fingers pinching at a loose thread near the seam across his toes, eyes watching his own hand kind of distantly. his hair is flopped over his forehead, sort of falling into his eye with his chin tilted down. ]

You're not an asshole. [ ... ] I mean, you're kind of an asshole for not telling me you had a car before tonight and making me walk to the arcade in the middle of the night... in the middle of the day. That one time.

[ it might be able to tell just from his tone that he's smiling, or at least trying not to laugh. ]

... But otherwise? You're pretty cool - even if you did wet yourself in the second grade.