[Stiles has taken to pacing the floor of Scott's room as he reads, and while he's left the door cracked open, he doesn't actually hear her enter the room. He has no idea she's there until he finds arms wound around him from behind and a face buried in his neck. He smiles a little, relaxing the same second that he tenses from surprise.
Allison.
He lets out a breath, marking his place in the book and setting it down on Scott's desk.]
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Allison.
He lets out a breath, marking his place in the book and setting it down on Scott's desk.]
Hey. [He reaches up and pats her hand gently.]