"Fuck," she groans.

"I wasn't there, I don't know how bad it is, but Scott recognized him the next day at school. It could be keen werewolf senses, but I'm not betting on that."

"But well, werewolves do that Buffy the Vampire Slayer face thing, it's not immediately obvious that Chris Argent would recognize him..."

"No. Scott doesn't seem worried..."

She sighs. "I don't think we should do anything other than investigating that murder, for now."

"Yeah, we probably won't be murdered in our sleep. Glad we had this talk. Am I taking you home?"

"Uh. Maybe? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just thinking about the part where hunters are ruining our lives." 

"Well are they? They haven't actually done anything yet, other than being terrible parents and possibly arsonists."

"Maybe it'll be fine. What do you want to do next?"

"I wanted to have that polyamory talk and then perhaps have sex but it sounds like this is not quite the right mood."

"We can have a serious discussion, if you want. But it might not be the right mood, no." 

"Nah, I'm not—it's not urgent or anything and I don't even have super strong preferences about it." She sighs. "I think dropping me off at home is a good idea, yeah."

So they drive.

"Can I turn on the radio?"

"Of course."

He turns on the radio. 

The tension seems to leave his body as he changes stations. He waits a few seconds on each one before making a face and moving on.

Okay, good. She doesn't like to see Stiles tense. And his faces are very cute.

He finally settles on alternative, and starts singing along.

He really can't carry a tune.

He is so cute—" Is the mood too dead for me to kiss you?"

"Maybe. Try and find out?"

"But you're so busy driving."

"Roscoe would never get between me and kissing."

So she gives him a peck on the cheek. "Eyes on the road, boy."

More music, then.

They eventually arrive at Sadde's house.

And once he pulls over he no longer needs to keep his eyes on the road so she can have her lips on his.