"Nah, it's fine," he says after a moment, like it isn't a thing. "You just," he makes a gun shape with his fingers, "And," he makes a gun noise with his mouth, raising his hand up like recoil.

If only it were that simple, a shot to the head. Hell, if Peter Hale ever showed up, he'd be tempted to do it anyway. But he looks up when she asks about lacrosse.

"Yup," he says, overenunciating the word. "Usually on the bench, but I actually have the championship game under my belt now," he adds, his ego visibly puffing up at relating that fact.