[ stiles shoots him a sideways glance, a little surprised, before something in his shoulders relaxes. he definitely knows it was just him, but he wasn't expecting scott to yield to that so easily. it almost feels like he can breathe a little easier - he'd been expecting tension, a fight, but then he'd gotten this. ]
I guess --
[ but the timer for the oven going off interrupts him. reluctantly, he pulls his hand from scott's head. he wanders to the kitchen, drops the pizza rolls onto a plate to cool, stops by his dad's room twice to make extra sure that he's sleeping peacefully, and when he returns to the living room with the plate in hand, he settles down on the couch by scott's feet. he smacks at them a little, as if telling him to sit up. ]
Hope you're still hungry. I made like, the entire bag.
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I guess --
[ but the timer for the oven going off interrupts him. reluctantly, he pulls his hand from scott's head. he wanders to the kitchen, drops the pizza rolls onto a plate to cool, stops by his dad's room twice to make extra sure that he's sleeping peacefully, and when he returns to the living room with the plate in hand, he settles down on the couch by scott's feet. he smacks at them a little, as if telling him to sit up. ]
Hope you're still hungry. I made like, the entire bag.