"Thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes slightly, coughing into the cloth before pressing his face against Isaac's chest, listening. "He's too confident. It's gonna get him killed sometime. I'm glad you're doing good, though." Letting out a breath, he murmured into the other werewolf's shirt, knowing he could be understood, anyways.

"Yeah. I've been enjoying it. Been learning a lot in my folklore classes...wanted to borrow some books from Derek's library, maybe." He started coughing again, keeping his mouth covered as he curled into Isaac. "Maybe while I'm healing up, I can just read, right?"