[ Guilty, yeah. It's hard not having a strong male figure to disappoint every time you sneak out past curfew. Stiles shrugs, slowly, slowly, sloooowly slumping back down in his chair. He's getting a little more comfortable again. ]

Cool. Okay. It'll only be for a day or two, promise. Just until things - settle down.

[ The endless days, the... sacrifices. Those old chestnuts. ]

I'll clean, but like, I'm gonna have to teach you how to take care of yourself a little. Do you even know how to use a vacuum cleaner? The state of this place implies no.