"Wow, Stiles. You are totally failing at this slumber party thing," she jokes with him. Hearing him laugh completely transforms the house and Sawyer's mood. It makes her long for life that isn't filled with sadness. It makes her want to laugh and it makes her want to hug him because of this perfect, perfect timing.

Buddy cop is a pretty decent category to go with. Honestly, she's not terribly picky what they watch. She figures they'll end up talking through most of the movie anyway, and that's okay with her. It's more for background noise and an excuse to be slovenly. While he's having his mini crisis in the living room, she's not thinking much about her appearance. After all, Stiles has never looked at her like that, right? She doesn't think it probably matters that she's wearing leggings and a big sweatshirt or that she doesn't have on makeup. She took a shower and combed her hair that day. She's pretty sure that unless she looks (and smells) like she just rolled out of bed, Stiles won't notice. If she'd realized he was having a change of heart, she would have at least put on eyeliner and the red lipstick that she wears any time she's outside of the house. She might have also put on a bra. Oops?

"Nesting," she tells him as she toes some pillows back toward the coffee table. "Like building a pallet on the floor. Though, I guess we could make a blanket nest on the couch too." She appears to consider this, lips pursed, brows raised. "Good choice. You're officially a Netflix Jedi."