I await the day that neither of you are nearly as charming as you are now, and you come whining to me about your awkward teenage problems.

[ Whether he awaits the day eagerly or with dread isn't specified, but he just rolls his eyes and scoffs softly at their retreating backs. His eyes track them as they move, though, making sure that they're not too far ahead and that no one's posing a problem.

It helps him keep from reacting to the way that he catches Stiles' heartbeat kicking up, and he wisely refrains from commenting on it.

Instead, he slips his hands in his jeans pockets again, keeping their arms linked as they walk along after the boys. ]