colder nights

But now Theo studies the fireplace with something akin to regret on his expression before his gaze snaps back to Stiles. “Grab your blanket, you’re coming with me.” “No.” The word is out before he can think better of it. Theo has never been particularly well adjusted to resistance, one of the many topics they used to fight over, but Stiles is stubborn. He already declined to sleep upstairs with the rest of the pack once. He’s fine on this couch. Is it cold? Yes. But not cold enough to kill him. He just needs to fall asleep. Theo purses his lips. “I can hear you freezing your ass off from upstairs.” And it has to be really cold because even Theo, who usually sleeps in just his boxers, is wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.