[stiles unwrapped another candy and pops it into his mouth, chewing slowly. and just for derek's delicate sensibilities, he waits until he swallows to tell him:]

Yeah, well, join the club dude. The alternative is having your guts run through with a samurai sword so I think a little bit of itching is worth it, personally.

[he scratches idly at his own scar for a moment, voice distant when he speaks again.]

You're not still cold, are you?