[Scott watches him for a few seconds, a couple minutes, watches the steadiness of his breathing and the slackness in his face. He looks younger when he sleeps. He hopes that for once, there are no bad dreams pulling at his subconscious.
He only slips away when he's certain Stiles is asleep and comfortable, wishing he could just sit by his side. But there are other people to check on.]
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He only slips away when he's certain Stiles is asleep and comfortable, wishing he could just sit by his side. But there are other people to check on.]