"He may as well be." They'd had sleepovers and skinned knees and losses in both families, different though they were. Yeah, they were close, but they were best friends, and Stiles didn't consciously think of guys as possible romantic interests.

That was... way more serious of an answer that he'd thought he'd get. But hey, it seemed to be doing the trick of distracting Isaac from his anxiety. Stiles was the king of anxiety distractions. He rubbed his hand over his hair as he reached for his mug of hot chocolate. "Yeah, I'm thinking of letting it grow out a bit. I dunno, I guess it would just be nice if some group out there thought I wasn't all bad." It would be better if Lydia thought that, but...