Your were lying on your stomach in stiles bed, playing with some spare red string that stiles normally uses to put on his crime board.

“You listening?” Stiles hums, but he immediately stops as he sees you zoned out. He smiles to himself as he kneels in front of you, his eyes searching yours before he looks down at your fingers. He brings his own hands up to unwrap the string from your fingers, and he sighs.

“I understand you, you know.” He speaks quietly as he looks back up at you.