Stiles ignored any and all bathroom etiquette rules to clap a hand on Scott's shoulder, gripping there as he leaned in. "They won't take you, Scott. We'll hide you under my bed. They'll never look there."

Nodding at that and feeling like that was the best solution ever thought of in the history of time, he let go of Scott and turned to relieve his own needs. Of the urination kind. Eww, get your mind out of the gutter. Not when there were people watching.

"I don't think that was horrible, really. I mean, it was sad, yeah, but if Allison was trying to get it out of me, it was really only a matter of time. She's scary, Scott. I think it's perfect you guys got together, because if she flips out and goes all psycho chick on you, you'll heal it and grow your dick back or something."

His own in hand, he turns and gives Scott a confused look. "Oh, wait. You can't do that anymore, can you. You might want to wear a cup to bed or something."