It was true, really. Stiles may not have been a werewolf, or anything super special like that, but he did feel that since he had accepted Isaac really was his soul mate (seriously, seriously, who would have believed those existed?), he had felt more confident, secure about things.

Sure, some of that probably came from just having someone around, but there seemed to be an actual difference, now. Something inside of him that knew that things would be okay, as long as Isaac was around.

Which he was, right now, curled up against Stiles's side, held close by an arm around his waist. Stiles turned his head, pressing his lips to soft blonde curls, smiling.

"Love you."