Isaac pressed a kiss against Stiles' hair, rolling them gently so he was more underneath the other male, arms wrapping around him and holding him close. "Derek's trying to teach him new ways but... he doesn't want to hear it. Doesn't like being told he's wrong."

He smiles. "I'm sure he'd let you. He's got more real information in there, you'll be top of your class." As if he wasn't already. "Sounds like a plan. May as well put these sick days to use, hey?"