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he doesn’t have to try. she wants to be near him. she comes closer, thankful that he also prefers waffles over pancakes.    ‘  and he had three of them. he needs more energy or something. i only finished half of my burger.  ‘     she admits, climbing into his lap casually, not trying to start anything, just talking and being close.    ‘  definitely got a picture on the wall.  ‘   

           he moves to accommodate her. legs shifting to offer a flatter surface, hands sliding up the swell of her thighs in a means of keeping her grounded there. slowly do his fingers start to pat out a soundless tune against her skin. the tips of his digits catching against the hem of her shorts in his ministrations. “yeah —- “ he starts with a laugh. stiles leans forward then —– closes the space between them until his chin’s resting against the curve of her shoulder.

           “— no amount of breakfast food’s going to fill him up. i’m pretty sure the guy’s turned into an endless pit.”