Stiles always texts you at 3:17 a.m. Never earlier. Never later.

"Are you awake?"

Today you don't reply right away. You stare at the ceiling, listening to the wind outside.

When you finally text "Yes" he's already standing at your door.

"I couldn't be alone" he murmurs.

You let him in, without questions. In Beacon Hills, you can't survive alone. And Stiles... especially not.