[ Stiles is quiet for a second as he thinks about that, because that is pretty much flawless drunk logic, then nods. ] 's true. I like it with you in it. 's kinda shitty otherwise. I meannnn--Scott's awesome, butttt...

[ There's an aborted gesture behind his back, and Stiles just hums in agreement, dropping his head under his chin and swaying just a little. Derek is nice and steady and warm and that idea just sounds great right now. ] I wanna.

[ ...and then,because his drunk mouth refuses to cooperate just like his sober one: ] Wanna kiss you too. And stuff. Lotsastuff.