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He’s a strong believer in affection with a loved one. He’s always finding some way he can hold Stiles’ hand if they can’t kiss, or even simply press against him when they’re in public, just offering his presence. Constant kisses and touches, always a smile on his face when he looks at Stiles. Because that’s what Stuart does when he’s in love.
It’s early in the morning, and the alarm clock won’t go off for another twenty minutes. Stuart had crept into his twin’s room in the middle of the night, unable to sleep by himself. He’s awake now, staring at his sleeping lover and smiling lazily, eyes still bleary with sleep. His brain is hazy, and he can’t define all of the little things he sees when he looks at his brother. All he can come up with is that Stiles looks peaceful when he’s asleep, and there was a time when he thought this would never happen again. That every night sleep would be broken by screams of terror.
He drifts back to sleep, waking up again when the alarm on Stiles’ phone goes off and his mirror half groans, making irritable, sleepy noises. Stuart’s eyes crack awake, and he watches with tired befuddlement as Stiles scrambles for his phone and drops it on the ground, cursing as he picks it up and turns the damn thing off. Stuart, though disturbed, grins, knowing Stiles just hit the snooze button.
He gathers his twin in his arms and noses at him, barely awake as he peppers lazy kisses on his jawline. It’s early, and he’s far from a morning person, but Stuart is happy.
