Well, room's still available here whenever you want it, and the couch's a permanent fixture. [ It's not ideal, he knows, so he doesn't push, and now Phil's back he can't offer an actual room to call his own.

But that's the last thing he can take, really, Stiles being more worried about him than himself, and he knows he doesn't deserve that kind of concern, not from a kid like him, who's got everything ahead of him. He sighs, but he doesn't let himself think about it, just shuffles over the gap between them and wraps his arm more firmly around him, pulls him close, his other arm - mindful of the mug - gathering him in. ] You're more important.