Ever since Stiles had been freed of the Nogitsune’s control, he had understandably been on edge; nothing like the happy Stiles he was before Void. He’d started having panic attacks and nightmares more often, which is why you offered to stay over most nights.

Today was one of those nights where he kept mumbling in his sleep, tightening his arms around your waist and breathing heavily. It was obvious he was having a nightmare; so you shook him gently to wake him up.

Stiles jumped up in a cold sweat, breathing shakily and curling himself up into a ball, “S-Sorry, did I wake you up?” he mumbled.