[Getting touched by most of the other ghosts around the camp generally gives Stiles the shivers, but his mom is different. It's not cold, it's familiar and warm and it makes his stomach churn and his heart seize up at the same time. It'll never be the same as having a bad day and having her hug him, but even a little bit is better than nothing, and he curls his fingers gently where hers were.]
Maybe in like ten years. Twenty years. When I'm old and gray and dead then I'll be able to set things on fire. [He sighs and gives his mom a sheepish smile. At least it's comforting, and he's just grousing.]
four months of feels
[Getting touched by most of the other ghosts around the camp generally gives Stiles the shivers, but his mom is different. It's not cold, it's familiar and warm and it makes his stomach churn and his heart seize up at the same time. It'll never be the same as having a bad day and having her hug him, but even a little bit is better than nothing, and he curls his fingers gently where hers were.]
Maybe in like ten years. Twenty years. When I'm old and gray and dead then I'll be able to set things on fire. [He sighs and gives his mom a sheepish smile. At least it's comforting, and he's just grousing.]
...thanks, mom.