The past few weeks have been nothing but grueling practice, training, and back to back matches. While he has the stamina of a werewolf, the constant work, the constant travel, leaves him yearning for home and his husband more often than not.

He's dead to the world when Stiles comes in, shirtless, hair tousled, cheeks pink with warmth from sleep, all but tangled up in the blankets. If he notices Stiles sneaking in, it doesn't show, but the weight shift in the bed has him instinctively curling toward it, seeking out the added warmth.