[Charlie nudges the door open, stepping in and shutting it behind her. Her armful of stuff is set on the floor near the door and she heads to the bed to sit next to Stiles. She reaches over, running her fingers through his hair for a moment before stretching out next to him and pulling his arm around her waist.
She doesn't want words right now. She's used enough and still thinks they're going to get her in trouble. Give people what they want, get screwed over. Don't give them what they want, get screwed over. It's her life. And she hates that part of it.
Stiles, though. She loves him. She won't say it unless he did, but she loves him and she finds being in his arms comforting. Hence her pulling them around her and rolling over with her back against his side.
Today sucked out loud and she just wants to be held.]
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She doesn't want words right now. She's used enough and still thinks they're going to get her in trouble. Give people what they want, get screwed over. Don't give them what they want, get screwed over. It's her life. And she hates that part of it.
Stiles, though. She loves him. She won't say it unless he did, but she loves him and she finds being in his arms comforting. Hence her pulling them around her and rolling over with her back against his side.
Today sucked out loud and she just wants to be held.]