[ stiles just lights up when billy laughs, the excitement and the recognition and the joy of sharing this with someone else all rolling through him at once. he's never had a friend like this - someone willing to sit down and talk to him in some stupid fucking fantasy language that he spent months memorizing and practicing and learning all so he could write notes to himself that nobody would understand and talk on forums with people who lose interest within weeks of signing up. this is just - nice. ]

I sure did. Á apsene ni.

[ stiles drops back into bed, another thud heard through the receiver of his fluid as the mattress bounces beneath him. he's grinning, now, well and truly distracted from any - unpleasantness, from earlier. it's the rain, really, that makes it so much easier for him to just feel better. stiles doesn't think that, though. stiles thinks it's all billy.

he swallows, going quiet. just for a moment. ]

Hey, uh - you're pretty great. I just wanna say - you've totally made getting stuck out here with all the cultists and the killers almost worth it. I like you a lot.