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“Stiles! Stiles wake up!”
He woke up with a hand gripping his shoulder. Stiles blinked his eyes open, glaring at the light. He also felt a bone deep tiredness that still hasn’t left.
“Sorry,” Stiles croaked out, not looking at Peter. “I’m fine. I’m fine now.”
“Stiles.”
“Peter, don’t worry. I should be fine now.”
“How much worse have these nightmares been, that this is fine? You’re shaking for god’s sake.”
“I told you. I’m fine. I have to go home,” he said sitting up. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep anyway.”
“You are not driving like this. Stay. Take a shower, change clothes, and you can have the bed,” Peter said, wiping the matted hair away from his forehead.
“I--yeah. Okay, I’ll stay.”