For a second, Stiles almost thinks that he sees gratitude, but he shakes the thought off because it doesn't make a lot of sense in the moment. He's not doing anything special right now; all he's done, he thinks, is pick up where they left off when he had to go off to college. At least, to the best of his ability.

Stiles smiles when she basically jumps at him and his arms wrap around her a moment after she's settled and drawn the blankets up around them, complimenting his ability to nest properly.

"You know, I'm good with this, but...I'm seeing a potential issue," he points out. Then, Stiles nods at the remote all the way over on the coffee table. ...which is not very far away at all, but will require movement. His arms tighten around her. "What are we supposed to do with it all the way over there?" he asks, but makes no attempt to let her go. He's picking on her again. Stiles leans in and whispers into her ear with a smirk, "you did not think this through very well, Sawyer."