Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)Â
âYou did a favour for a stranger?â the sheriff asked, surprised. âYou wonât even do a favour for me.âÂ
âYour favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I wonât do you any favours,â Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. âSome guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said heâd had some drinks and couldnât come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didnât realize âthis morningâ meant the ass crack of dawn.âÂ
âItâs not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.âÂ
Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didnât reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.