I had a twitter for all of five minutes. [ That sounds a little reflective, thoughtful, and he raises his eyebrows a little as if he's actually thinking about it. But honestly, he doesn't care enough about the social networking of the internet. Facebook is annoying and invasive, twitter is pointless to him due in part to texting, and instagram is just a still version of youtube to him. He can't be bothered to figure out the filters, honestly, except for when he steals Stiles' phone and takes pictures of him (on his own, with Talia, with his sisters, whatever) for him to upload, so people get his side of their relationship too.

Otherwise he doesn't care. He has youtube. He uploads videos of Stiles where they're goofing off, makes him stand on the other side of the camera with him or on his own. Includes him in his life as much as Stiles includes him in his. It's a great thing, something that he'd grown to really appreciate in the past year.

He can't help the short bark of a laugh that leaves him as he sniffs at the casserole, a small grin curling across his expression. ] I have to up the game every Christmas or they get that motherly disappointment I would rather avoid.

[ Turning his head to actually look at him and not the road, he snorts. ] They'll have mercy on you because you're you.