Exhaling, she climbed in through his window and shrugged a bit. "The front door comes with questions and your dad." Not that she was afraid of the Sheriff, but she was pretty sure that hanging out with an ex-runaway, especially at this hour of night wasn't exactly the best thing for Stiles.

Glancing around his room, she thought it looked different than the last time. Possibly because she was coming into it from the other side. Either way, she toed her boots off and moved to climb on top of his bed. No tugging the blankets down, just curling up on top of the comforter and pulling herself in against his pillow.

She sat up briefly, "Wait, do you not want me to be here?"