I barely singed you. Not like I would have let you burn or anything. And I didn't threaten your bird. I put an object in the way of it attempting to peck my face off. If it hadn't tried to peck my face off, it wouldn't have hit it. It brought that on itself.

[The feeling was mutual, Steven. Keep it up and Stiles was going to have roast emu.]

As for why, well...

[He shrugged.]

That's up to you. It's not like I can't find things to do during the day. I do have a job. I just thought you might put your academics ahead of your feelings.

[Yes, Stiles. Use his fee-fees against him. He didn't seem the sort who'd like admitting they existed, let alone that he had them.]