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Lying back he closed his eyes, trying to shake off the nightmare by just breathing in and out, concentrating on grounding himself in the now and not in the dream. The brush of fingers against his skull after the sound of the sash window helped him breathe easier. The gentle sound of humming easing him back into sleep.
Early morning light dragged him into the waking world. His guest from the night before having left at some point before he opened his eyes to the new day, the dip in the mattress of where they had been proving that they hadn’t been gone long.
“Stiles, breakfast.”
His Dad’s voice and the smell of coffee that crept up the stairs where enough to get him out of bed. They were planning father and son time as his Dad had the day off. A day by the lake in the preserve, space for them both just be, to spend time in each other's company.
As he settled at the island his father pushed over a stack of home-made pancakes and the fruit bowl, yogurt and compote being the other bowls on the table.
“Coffee?”
His gimme motions bought a chuckle, as he inhaled half the mug, blinking blearily at his Dad.
“Your friend left blood oranges.”
His heart stuttered for a moment as he met his father’s knowing eyes acceptance shining through.
“There are doors in the house for a reason, son.”
It might have been the shake of his Dad’s head and mutter of Werewolves that had him choking on his coffee, but he was never going to admit it.
Though his Dad’s quirked eyebrow and smirk told him that he knew exactly what he’d done.