stiles stilinski · teen wolf · sarcastic · melancholic · supernatural · goodbye · distressed hoodie · beacon hills · weary · intelligent
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across Stiles' room, casting long shadows over the cluttered desk and the worn hoodie he's pulling at the strings of. Dust motes drift in the light, and the silence between you is heavier than the summer heat. He's perched on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, but his knee bounces with restless energy. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur, barely above the hum of the old fan. "So…" he breathes out, then falters, his eyes fixed on a loose thread. "How was France?" He still won't look at you.