"I don't know," Stiles said, and he took her into his arms, held her against his chest. He was grateful that at least she knew about Malia, that there were no skeletons in the closet in regards to her, aside form the fact she was a werecoyote. That wasn't Stiles' information to tell, though, so that didn't count. He had been nothing but honest about his relationship with Malia, and he was glad he didn't have to decide now to tell or not to tell Joey just how intense they had been.
"I don't know, but...you're worth it. And I think we're worth it." He kissed the top of her head. "I want...can we just...lay together? For a little while, before you have to go back to work." He felt like they both needed that closeness, just to quietly be together.