"I feel like this could escalate, and then we'd never leave my car."

"We could do it outside if you want."

"Doesn't one of us need to care about public decency? I feel like we're going to end up on the lacrosse field."

"I mean, if one of us does it's not going to be me."

"Stiles Stilinski: the responsible one."

He puts his clothes back on, and returns to the driver's seat.

"I can probably convince my dad to leave us alone for a while."

"Sounds like a good plan."

Driving ensues!

There is no inappropriate touching, obviously. 

None at all? Really?

He's driving! His hands are full.

If Ade's hands want to explore, that's up to him.

...yeah, they do, actually.

They manage to get to his house intact- and Stiles seems somewhat impatient to get to his room now. Who knows why.

Wasn't he going to need to distract his father?

Was he? 

Ugh.

He goes to deal with that.

"Stiles. You brought a friend over?"

"This is Ade. We have a project to work on. Harris is really riding us about getting it done on time, so we kind of need to focus."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stilinski."

"So. You're the- experienced one?"

"Werewolf," he contextualizes.

"Uh huh. Do you boys need anything? Food? We probably have food. Do we have food?"

"I can take care of him."

"—you told him?" he asks Stiles.

"Yeah. You were right that I should have told him sooner."

"Thank you, for keeping him out of trouble. Stiles can get a bit- antsy, if he doesn't have someone to hold him back. Scott only stops him half the time, the rest of the time he goes along with it. Hopefully you'll be the other half."

"I don't need a guardrail or a babysitter, it's my life."

"Just be careful with it, I like your face intact."