[ It won't be long before Stiles' curiosity wins out against his exhaustion or various distractions, but for now he seems sated with his cake and is too tired for much of anything but sitting there and... really, this is probably the slowest he's ever seen the teenager eat anything.
Letting him settle against his shoulder, he shifts to curl his arm gently around him as he props his cheek on top of his head. Some part of him has to wonder about when this became such a comfortable arrangement, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he just settles there, a soft sound in the back of his throat.
They're both tired, and they've been through a lot of hell between Beacon Hills and Wonderland, but they've gotten through it together. ]
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Letting him settle against his shoulder, he shifts to curl his arm gently around him as he props his cheek on top of his head. Some part of him has to wonder about when this became such a comfortable arrangement, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he just settles there, a soft sound in the back of his throat.
They're both tired, and they've been through a lot of hell between Beacon Hills and Wonderland, but they've gotten through it together. ]
Any time. [ And he means it, too. ]