You had snuck out again. You went over to the Stilinski house, which was just next door, so it probably wasn't considered sneaking out. You were in your jammies, wearing one of Stiles' hoodies. You climbed into his bed cuddling close.

Stiles pulled up up the sleeve on your right arm to allow his fingers to trail over your skin.

You were madly clingy after the whole Nogistune shit. Before the Nogitsune was fully defeated, the dark spirit grew stronger while Stiles grew weaker. He was slowly dying. Of course, he was fine now. Perfectly safe. Physically at least. He was definitely traumatised. All of you were.

He spoke softly in that voice that was just for you. "Hey, I've told you many times. I'm okay. You don't need to be worried about me at bedtime anymore. I'm safe. Okay? Don't you worry about me anymore." Stiles kissed the top of your head.