"I don't thin staying up with your insomniac mate counts." He grins again, peppering small kisses over his face. "But I like the idea of not being up alone."

Isaac didn't hold a lot of hope that Stiles would make all night, but the fact that he was trying was enough for him.

He tightens his hold on his mate, pulling him closer. "I don't know. I usually don't. I just... can't sleep. It's weird. I used to think it was because I was scared. Y'know, of my dad? But... It started before that. Before he... Just, before."