[His lips curl up in a fake smile and he laughs mockingly, pushing her hand out of his hair, but it's just teasing.] Yeah, rockin' the buzz cut really doesn't work that well when you're the sheriff's son. People start asking if you got sent off to military school. Which, for the record, I'm insanely well behaved and I get straight A's, so clearly some people aren't following the ass out of you and me rule. [Only one of those things is true.

He sighs dramatically, dropping his head back towards the ceiling.]

God has forsaken us. That's the real reason they brought us out here. To suffer and die without internet for three months. Do you have any idea how many levels Scott gains on me every summer? It's terrible. It takes me like six months to get it back and then the whole cycle starts over again.

[Stiles rubs the back of his neck, thinking.] Mmmmm. You can request a call, and I talk to him like once a month, but that's it. And it's an old ass phone, too.