Laughing a little, Stiles holds up his hands defensively. "I never said I was good at sleepovers," he points out, blissfully unaware of the fact that something as simple as being able to laugh is having such an impact on the atmosphere. Perhaps his ignorance to it is half of the reason it has an effect: it's pure.

Nesting, she says, and Stiles gives an exaggerated nod. "Oooooh," he replies, grinning. "I vote nesting on the couch," he offers his opinion unprompted, because really, no matter how many blankets they pile under themselves on the floor, it's still going to be uncomfortable because it's still going to be a floor. If they use the couch, then they can forgo the padding and make a bigger nest. Right? At least, that's how Stiles imagines it. It's been more than a decade since he's done this sort of thing and a little part of him is kind of excited to revisit it as he creeps toward the end of his adolescence and into actual — as opposed to legal — adulthood.

"You want some help?"