[Any and all of the tension in Stiles' shoulders snaps out in seconds, but it takes the rest of his body (and god forbid, his mind) time to react. The initial surprise gives way to what feels like a million different nerves suddenly being resolved, and it practically makes him go boneless--but it's for a snap second before he reacts again, pushing forward and sliding his arms around his shoulders.

His own methods at being smooth during the night had more or less failed--honest to god--]

...this whole thing was a date. [He says it quietly against his mouth, not willing to pull away, but that doesn't exactly stop him from talking about it.] You've even been paying for my meals for ages, oh my God we've been dating for like six months. [Now he pulls away, laughing stupidly.]