you and stiles are currently in his room, working on the recent murder cases. You’re lying on your stomach on his bed, resting on your arms as you fiddle with a piece of red string.

stiles noticed the way you were fiddling, and he sighed with a smile as he knelt down on the floor in front of you. “you okay?” he asked quietly as he looked up at you, fiddling with his own pen in his own hands.