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Heâs a strong believer in affection with a loved one. Heâs always finding some way he can hold Stilesâ hand if they canât kiss, or even simply press against him when theyâre in public, just offering his presence. Constant kisses and touches, always a smile on his face when he looks at Stiles. Because thatâs what Stuart does when heâs in love.
Itâs early in the morning, and the alarm clock wonât go off for another twenty minutes. Stuart had crept into his twinâs room in the middle of the night, unable to sleep by himself. Heâs awake now, staring at his sleeping lover and smiling lazily, eyes still bleary with sleep. His brain is hazy, and he canât define all of the little things he sees when he looks at his brother. All he can come up with is that Stiles looks peaceful when heâs asleep, and there was a time when he thought this would never happen again. That every night sleep would be broken by screams of terror.
He drifts back to sleep, waking up again when the alarm on Stilesâ phone goes off and his mirror half groans, making irritable, sleepy noises. Stuartâs eyes crack awake, and he watches with tired befuddlement as Stiles scrambles for his phone and drops it on the ground, cursing as he picks it up and turns the damn thing off. Stuart, though disturbed, grins, knowing Stiles just hit the snooze button.Â
He gathers his twin in his arms and noses at him, barely awake as he peppers lazy kisses on his jawline. Itâs early, and heâs far from a morning person, but Stuart is happy.