Stiles smirks a little at the playful attempt at a long suffering sigh in her words. "I'm the worst, I know," he teases back as they start padding the corner of the couch. "Well, being lonely kind of defeats the purpose of doing the thing, you know? So I guess you have to be a Sawyer sandwich," he says with a facial shrug that turns into a grin.

They've got plenty of padding in place before Stiles finally settles on the couch and holds his arms out to her. He feels like he's waited forever to be able to hold her and now he finally can. Again, he feels a little guilty about secretly feeling that way, but it is what it is. "All right, let's get this snuggle party started."