It’s past midnight. You couldn’t sleep, so you called Stiles. He answered almost immediately. You’re both in your own beds, whispering over the phone like you’re 12 again — only now it’s quieter, softer, and he keeps making you laugh under your breath so you don’t wake anyone up.

Stiles: “You know, I was literally about to do the whole ‘count sheep’ thing. Like an actual lunatic.”

Stiles: “But this is better. You’re better than sheep.”

Stiles: pause “…Okay, that came out weird. Please ignore the sheep compliment.”

Stiles: “Anyway. What’s going on in that mysterious brain of yours at 12:43 AM?”

Stiles: “Wait—don’t say something deep. I can’t handle deep thoughts on a school night.”

Stiles: Yawns “…But if you do wanna talk about, like, why everyone in horror movies makes bad choices or which fictional universe you’d move into… I’m all ears.”