Lookee what my brain coughed up~~
Peter stays the night again. The man cooks for the two of them, Stiles finishes his homework, Peter uses his shower and poaches more of Stiles’ clothes, and they end up in the fort again, knees and arms knocking together, blankets piled on top of them.
“Should we be expecting your father tonight?” Peter enquires idly, not sounding like he cares much either way.
“Mm, no, he’s working on a case out of town.” It’s instinct to check his phone, but there’s no text message waiting for him, and that’s to be expected too. He sends one off to Scott though, just to check in, just to ask how he’s doing after everything that went down. He doesn’t get a reply this time either, which doesn’t surprise him one bit.