Small talk. Stiles has to wonder at a world where two people like Isaac and himself are reduced to small talk. Or maybe it's just Isaac reduced to it, since Stiles has now turned to afford the guy a disbelieving and slightly haughty look over his shoulder. It's a comfortable feeling, helps him ignore the part of him that's kind of glad Isaac showed up.

"What, aside from the impossible universe up there?" Stiles asks with a motion toward the twinkling night sky.