[ listening to the sound of stiles' voice and the gentle, distant sound of his breathing over the phone is, for whatever reason, very soothing to billy, who finds himself relaxing rather quickly, slowly approaching that hazy space between being awake and asleep. he doesn't laugh so much as he hums when stiles tells him to shut up, but it's still fairly evident in just the one note that he's at least a little bit amused.

billy's mostly aware that he should probably let stiles go now that the conversation seems to be winding down, but it's just... a lot easier to listen to him kind of stumble his way through trying to find something else they could talk about. he breathes in through his nose, forcing his eyes open a little to keep himself from crossing that threshold between alert and asleep so he can answer stiles. ]

Mn, no, yeah. Definitely. Another movie sounds good. You can pick. I'll, um. I'll bring the... chicken tenders. Or whatever you want. On me. Or you can come here and I'll have 'em here for you. Bring Frogger's boyfriend.