[He glances at him as he eats his cone and takes up another bite. Stiles never explained to him why exactly he got his ice cream for him, but it was... nice. He sits up a little straighter, becoming a little more relaxed in body language.
Quietly, he does finish his small bowl of ice cream and pushes it forward, quietly muttering.]
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Quietly, he does finish his small bowl of ice cream and pushes it forward, quietly muttering.]
Thanks. For the ice cream.