[He's fine with just being there, in bed. In the dark, and staring at the ceiling. At her. Watching her and hoping that even if today was a shitty, shitty day...well, that tomorrow will be better. Less awful. Less terrible. He closes his eyes for a while, tightning his arms around her. Holding her closer, because he loves her a lot even if if he hasn't said it yet.

Stiles is a person who loves quickly and falls hard.

Eventually he does have to speak.]

I feel like I'm in a weird sort of limbo, being in this town. I know what's coming now, if I go home. But if I don't go home...