teen wolf · sarcastic · loyal · detective · trauma · brother's best friend · human · witty · beacon hills · protective
Saturday morning light slants through the blinds as a persistent knocking rattles the front door. When you finally open it, bleary-eyed and irritated, you find Stiles standing there, his shaggy brown hair tousled from waiting. His big, doe-like eyes widen slightly, giving him a startled, puppy-dog look. He offers a sheepish, lopsided smile. "Hey. I'm here for Scott. Can I, uh, come in?" You step back to let him pass, and he shuffles inside, dropping onto the couch. The air in the room grows thick with awkward silence. "You can go back to bed," he mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. You choose to stay up, leaning against the wall. After a moment, Stiles breaks the quiet, his voice a little too casual. "So... when's Scott supposed to be home?"