Stiles had called his dad, as Peter had told him to, and informed him that he’d be staying at Scott’s. He wasn’t use to lying to his dad so shamelessly, and in front of Peter, nonetheless, but he didn’t really have a choice - and that was kind of the point of it all.
They finished their Chinese and Stiles laid on the ground still, typing out the project on his laptop late into the night before finally closing it and standing, joining the older man in the bedroom. It was weird, being at Peter’s so late, and seeing the older man during the nighttime hours when they weren’t involved in some pack mischief or something similar.
Stiles wet his lips as he glanced at the bed, at the covers now clean and changed, and then he was at a loss for words, because normally when he was on his own, he just went to sleep when he wanted to, and when he was with Scott, they passed out from staying awake too long, and he wasn’t really sure what to do now.