Ugh, shut up.

[ another laugh, quieter than the last. he kind of wants to head out now, put today to bed - dinner with logan was A Lot, and dwelling on turning eighteen an entire planar fucking universe away from his dad has been weighing on him for the past few days, too. he just needs a good night's sleep to wash away all this heavy, sentimental stirring in his chest, and now that they're heading towards a lull in the conversation, he feels like he could probably sign off pretty easily. ]

Thanks again for the cupcakes. And...

[ but he still doesn't really want to. stiles darts his tongue between his lips and casts around for words to fill the silence, an excuse to stretch talking to billy out a little while longer. he comes up empty, and it's obvious he's coming up empty, from the quiet ums and uhs to the gentle stretches of nothing between them. ]

And, um. Yeah. I....

[ another pause, until stiles lands on something that works. ]

What's, um - oh! We could watch another movie together? If you want to. Not now, but - soon, maybe?