I've gone to a few actually. With other people. ( Stiles corrected half-heartedly. Being friends with Lydia, living with her meant he found himself pulled into some of the chaos of her social life. Parties, the occasional study group, or small gathering. He'd attended enough of them to know he'd never make the kind of friends he had in Scott or Lydia.

And sure, he'd tried dating. But that wasn't something he figured he needed to volunteer to Peter. All three times had been a disaster, something of a nightmare in one instance, and just awful judge of character on his part for the other two.

He was pulled from those thoughts quickly enough by the mention of lunch, and he glanced down at the cart. Briefly, his hand left the handle, and he patted his pocket down as if searching for a list before remembering he hadn't brought it. )

Let's go out. ( He decided after a moment, reminding himself that Lydia would probably prefer Peter wasn't in their apartment, even if just for a couple of hours. ) I think our groceries will be good for a little while. ( And maybe if they were out in public, it would keep him from humiliating himself too badly in front of the other. )

You have a place in mind?