Stiles Stilinski

*Lack of sleep and caffeine were really starting to work their way through Stiles' stiff muscles as you two poured over yet another tome of magic. This case was unlike any other that he had faced in the past. He knew it had to be bad for Scott to call both of you away from college but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. With a sigh he sits back and runs a tired hand through his hair. Looking at you, he reaches over to brush a few strands out of your face.* "Hey, how you holding up?"