“Having a curfew would rely on people being around to enforce it.”  He lets it slip out before he can get hold of his tongue and control the words coming out his mouth.  Crinkled eyebrows give way and he tries to fake a lopsided, apologetic smile.  Failure came in how he didn’t meet the other’s eyes until he was shoving his tongue against the inside of his lip.  Waiting.  Ready to go wherever Stiles’ keys were the gateway to wherever they could go to just get away from here.

“Thanks..  I mean?  For this.”

@mieczyslxw contined from here.