"Yeah, that's what I thought," Scott said with a soft laugh. Well it could have been a lot worse, Stiles could have said it was the former and he might have had to go home and stick his head in the oven or something.
Just because they'd suspected Scott might turn wolfy didn't make this any easier. "So, the dreams are real," he said with a shake of his head. "I feel like a lunatic for even saying that aloud," he told Stiles.
Scott gave a little shiver of pleasure as he saw Stiles propped next to him and gently eased him over so that his head was resting against his chest. "All the better to monitor my headbeat," he told him as he gave his head a soft kiss. At least Stiles wasn't scared of him, he wasn't sure he could have handled that. So maybe the dreams were on their side after all? "Is this when you start launching lacrosse balls at my balls?" Scott asked with a deep sigh. "I'm glad you're here, Stiles. I don't think I'd be able to do this alone," he told him honestly.