Scott didn't know whether to feel touched that Stiles was giving him his permission to eat his arm if he needed to. "I'm not eating you ever." Stiles always going on about Scott wanting to eat him back home just because of that one time Scott almost did. "Dude, you might want to switch hands when you're doing stuff and things," which Scott was pretty sure meant jerking off, "or your right arm is gonna end up looking like Popeye's." Just a friendly warning from your best friend, Stiles.

"Let's just go," Scott sighed at the disturbing words that were coming out of his best friend's mouth, as per usual, as he got up off his stool and put an arm around Stiles' shoulders, leading him to the bathroom. It probably looked a little gay to the rest of the people in the bar but most people tended to take their affection for each other the wrong way.