[ it's kind of hard to shake off the anxiety and the bad mood that he put himself in, but stiles knows it's not billy's fault he feels this way, and he's not going to let the guilt of not magically being able to talk about his brain rotting as clearly and as concisely as possible ruin the rest of their night. he laughs, kind of forced, but the more he talks, the better he starts to feel. ]

I wanted to come and pick you up! I distinctly remember offering! The only reason I didn't double down and tell you about Roscoe is because you blew me off and I didn't want to be, like, "hey, no, I wanna show you my car, maybe score a couple of points out of it, let me come get you". Seemed like a particularly pathetic needle to try and thread.

[ a pause. ]

She used to be my mom's. I think she's supposed to be a guy? Like, her name is "Roscoe", but. C'mon, she's a car, she's gotta be a girl.