Stiles laughs a little in spite of himself. It feels like a bad time to laugh, and it isn't an amused laugh as much as it's a surprised one because...well… "I had no idea you liked me. You're really bad at communicating that sort of thing, if you were trying to get me to notice. Or I'm really bad at noticing. ...or both. Probably both," he stammers awkwardly. The fact of the matter is, he wishes he'd known. Maybe that would've made all of this harder, especially if she didn't want to call him away from school when her mom died. Maybe it's better it didn't happen then to dissolve when he went off to school, but he's going to have to go back eventually, either way.


Hopefully, the month break before the next semester will be enough for he and Sawyer to settle into something that will work for both of them before he has to go. Stiles would really hate to leave it unresolved.


He looks back at her fondly when she touches her cheek and he closes his eyes again, leaning to press another soft kiss against her lips after she's taken a deep breath. It's hard not to want to just keep kissing her when he'd been wanting to for ages and he hadn't ever felt like the time was right or she'd be into it — there was always an excuse, but there isn't, anymore. So now he wants them to go for it.