the night is still young. he could go home to his own bed, and therefore cut out the risk of being sprung in by the sheriff -- or worse, stiles. but she is making it look so inviting, and supernatural prowess aside, he does still feel it when his body is tired. he must have the hesitation in his eyes, as she reaches out a hand for him ---
❝ don’t be ridiculous, there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ @witchlinski
scott allows his hand to be taken into her own, twisting his fingers into the spaces between her own. his knees sink back down into the mattress as he climbs back into the bed beside her. “okay. i’ll stay until you fall asleep, deal?”







