Derek: "You are not doing that stunt."
Stiles: "Too late, I already set up the ramp!"
Derek: "No—wait—" (crash sounds)
Stiles: (from a bush) "I regret nothing!"
Derek: (picks him up gently) "You are so lucky you bounce."
Isaac: "You yell at me when I trip on air!"
Derek: "Stiles is like… emotionally rubber. He needs softer handling."