"You can delete 'em," Stiles says into the slightly greasy curls of her hair - but again, he doesn't care. He's just happy she's here, that she's not home watching Jackson die, that he knows she's safe.

"They're just me freaking out. Actually, definitely delete them without listening." He'd been in full freakout stage near the end, and possibly at one point just begged her to tell him to fuck off if she wanted to avoid him, just so he'd know she was okay.

A few months ago, hugging her, he probably would have been too excited to sit still. Now it's - mostly platonic, on his part, just a way to make sure she's okay and to let her know he's happy she's safe.