The resounding "no" still rang in Stiles' head. He was a trustworthy person, wasn't he? Even as he found the idea ridiculous, the thing that had hurt was not the word itself. No, Stiles had heard it multiple times and still found the claim preposterous, but what had hurt the most this time, was who had uttered the word. With a curse he threw his soaked clothes in the hamper and went into the shower and he knew, no matter how angry he was, he would still dream of rough stubbles all night. Sometimes, Kanimas just wasn't the real problem.
