"Of course he doesn't like to hear it. Still don't get why Derek turned him." Stiles snorted, tangling his legs with Isaac. Everything in his head felt like it was buzzing, and he wanted nothing more than to stay curled up like this forever, forget the outside world for a while.

"Mmm...extra credit..." He half laughed, half coughed, his body shuddering, twitching. Everything in him told him that this was going to be the end--that he really should make arrangements; but wrapped up in Isaac, he wanted to ignore that, for a while. "How is work going, though? Deaton giving you all the information?"