"I love you too, Malia." Stiles reached up and put a hand to her hair, fingers combing through it. "And I'd be completely lost without you."
He shifted, sat up enough to move in and kiss her. "I'm sure Argent will understand if we're...held up. We'll make our way over there before dinner, though. So he can feed us." Not that Stiles felt like eating much. But he knew he needed to, so he'd have his strength for the ritual tomorrow.