"Hmmm… nice cool tubb…" Stiles lay down in Scott's bathtub, looking quite content to lay there and take a nap, but Scott was pissed that his best friend had been wondering around drunk, tempting the fates. Also he smelt horrible and Scott decided to rectify the situation by turning on the shower.
When Scott had dragged Stiles upstairs, Derek wasn't in his room anymore, but he knew he was still near by. He chose not to enlighten Stiles to the other alpha's presence.
Scott threw soap at Stiles and sat on the toilet next to the shower as his best friend, now very much awake, jumped up in the shower. Stiles grumbled and shut the curtain, chucking his clothes over the curtain. Scott waited, making sure Stiles didn't fall over or anything.
Cleaner, wearing some borrowed clothes and a bit more sober, Stiles belly flopped onto Scott's bed and Scott sat on the edge. "Stiles."
"Hmm?"
Scott nudge him, making Stiles groan and bury his head into the pillow more. Scott nudged him again, to no avail. Scott finally just huffed and rolled his friend over forcefully. "Explain why you're running around drunk at night," Scott said, his voice even with a hint of concern. Stiles shrugged and closed his eyes. "Does it have something to do with Derek?"
Stiles eye shot open in surprise, "what? how did you know?"
"I'm the alpha, I'm all knowing," Scott tried to keep a serious expression, but Stiles just laughed.
"Dude, you look like a fucking puppy when you try to be all serious," Stiles said before bring his arms up to shield his eyes from the light shining too brightly for him.
"I'm going to ignore that. Stiles, what's the problem here? Last time you got drunk was 'cause of my relationship troubles. So," Scott poked Stiles again in the side, "spill."
Stiles groaned and rolled away. He was getting very sleepy now, crashing hard and fast since emptying his stomach twice, his body trying to get him to sleep off the rest of the whiskey. In this sleepy state things tumbled out he wouldn't even consider saying otherwise. "Derek thinks I'm hiding something from the rest of you guys and I'm really not," he mumbled. Scott was glad he had enhanced hearing, because he wouldn't have heard the quiet voice of his friend otherwise. He wondered if Derek could here him from the hallway.
"Are you going to tell him?" Scott prompted.
"Mmm? Tell 'im what?"
Scott considered what to say next and decided to take advantage of the nearly sleeping Stiles, maybe shock it out of him. He frowned briefly because this almost felt like taking advantage of him in a way, but if it's for his own good, even Derek's own good, does it make it worth it? Allison would chastise him but Lydia would roll her eyes and say get on with it.
"That you like him?" Scott said, a bit of forced nonchalance in his voice.
"Hmmm. Maaaybe. Not that he'd believe me… jerk…" Stiles said groggily.
Scott smiled victoriously, knowing even without the subtle creak from the hallway that Derek had heard. "Ok, roll over onto your stomach. You're not choking on your own barf." Scott rolled Stiles over and thought he was finally asleep, but then Stiles gripped Scott weakly when Scott went to get up. Scott rolled his eyes and plopped down next to his best friend and if there was any spooning going on no one would ever know, except the creeper in the hallway, who was leaving anyway.