Stiles snorts a laugh. She...actually has a point. "I think I did, too," he admits, laughing. "I do mean it, though."

Sawyer doesn't have other plans and Stiles finds himself secretly glad for that. Which is probably kind of messed up, but...it is what it is. He gives her a little smile that's bordering sheepish.

"Honestly? I think that sounds kind of perfect if you don't mind me crashing it," Stiles replies. He tries not to think about how it might feel for her to fall asleep in his arms. Inappropriate, he reminds himself.