He doesn't feel patronized (he thinks he's using that word right) - he just feels young. Sometimes, he forgets how young he is. Crazy, right? He's seventeen. Not a virgin anymore. A werewolf. His life is insane enough without being dropped into an alternate universe. He's not going to kill himself. He is not going to kill himself. And Stiles saved the day, there. But, that happened weeks ago.

Somehow.

"What's the pillow-top option?" He barely remembers furniture and bed terms from the first time they went through this. But, he remembers liking a more modern look. That's what his mom had called it when he'd pointed out all the ones he'd liked.