Well yours has you. [ When the arm comes up around his shoulders, Stiles just turns over and tucks his face under his chin, keeping both of his arms laced around his waist. It's basically a hug, and he's kind of enjoying being wrapped up in Derek's arms like this, drunk enough to ignore the fact that this would be probably be way, way, way over the line.
But he laces his fingers behind him and smiles stupidly at him, resting his chin on his chest. He gives him a look, a little confused. ] What?
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But he laces his fingers behind him and smiles stupidly at him, resting his chin on his chest. He gives him a look, a little confused. ] What?