[ stiles' phone buzzes from somewhere by his hands where he left it, but he doesn't grab for it at first. it's not secret by now that he's a sucker for physical affection, and fingers in his hair is - probably one of his favorite things, probably one of the easiest and quickest ways to get him to relax. not that he's not relaxed right now, but he becomes more of a deadweight than he already currently is, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes closed.
his phone buzzes again. stiles cracks his eyes open and slides his hands around until he finds it, dragging it closer. he smiles sleepily, also replying with one hand. ]
I mean You're okay I guess Even when you think you're right.
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his phone buzzes again. stiles cracks his eyes open and slides his hands around until he finds it, dragging it closer. he smiles sleepily, also replying with one hand. ]
I mean
You're okay I guess
Even when you think you're right.