Stiles isn't quite sure how to describe the situation, but he's pretty sure that it's somewhere in the realm of ridiculously awkward. He looks between Derek and Scott, standing so he's sort of standing between the two, one hand on Derek's back, thumb and forefinger framing the back of his neck and giving the guy a quick squeeze to show he's there for him while he looks back at Scott with an expression that's says the same is true for him.

His pack and his friend. As fond as he is of both of them... yeah. Awkward.

"IIIIIIII think we've all made a mistake or two. Some of them, uh, way bigger than others, I'll grant you, but hey - I'm working through my shit, and I'm just a skinnyass regular kid, right? You guys are werewolves, you like. Endure all sorts of shit. ...including making up your differences. ...right?"

He immediately decides that maybe this isn't the time to try and get the two of them to reconcile, the hopeful, ridiculously huge grin coming off his face immediately. Probably time to change the subject.

His hand still resting on the back of Derek's neck, he listens to Scott with his usual intensity, nodding through his answers like he's trying to grade Scott on his accuracy. Of course, without missing a beat: "Gold star, A+, bud. The hell've you been doing? I haven't seen you! Dude, I'm in school."