He hadn't expected things to go quite that way. If he'd thought ahead he would have planned it that way. Then it's on Stiles, not himself.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," he said, dropping down to gather things up, shoving them into the basket until he heard his name. "Wha... Oh." HE sat back on his heels, blinking at Stiles.

"I'm sorry, Stiles. Are you all right?"