Closer... closer, closer... impact! Now, Scott has a fiance-shaped barnacle attached to his back, a face muffled into the side of his neck, murmuring, "I'm hoooooomeeeee."
ohgodaviolentattackhe'sgoingtodie--!!
Oh. It's Stiles. The familiar scent and weight and heartbeat all give it away a split second before Stiles actually speaks. Then that happens, and Scott tries to twist around to actually see and hug his stupid fiancé.
"It's about time!!"


















