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He's mad at you (Stiles)

You both sat on the opposite of the couch. It's been like this for thirty minutes. He hadn't said a word. These last five minutes, you couldn't help but just stare at him, hoping he would say something. Hoping he would say that he loves you. But he didn't say anything. He was staring at the TV, emotionless. And this was one of those moments you actually had no clue what to do. Did he want you to leave him alone? Did he want you to beg him for forgiveness? Did he want you to say sorry again and again and again? You didn't know... It felt so frustrating. So you let out a sigh and you stood up from the couch. 'I'm sorry, Stiles...' You quietly said. 'I'm sorry I disappointed you. But I can't take it back. I'll make myself ready so you can go to the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch... I hope it gives you time to think.' And after saying that, you moved yourself to the bathroom. You couldn't help but slip a few tears while preparing yourself for the night. When you entered the living room again, he was gone. So that meant sleeping on the couch. You took a couple of soft sheets out of the closet and were ready to drape them over the couch, when you felt two warm hands, grabbing your waist softly. 'You're not going to sleep on the couch...' His low voice whispered in your hair. He placed his hand on your lower back and led you to the bedroom. You crawled into the bed you shared with Stiles. He pulled you into his chest. 'I love you... Now sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow.' You couldn't help but tighten your grip around his chest. That was one of those things that you loved about him: even when he's mad, even when he's furious, he still cared if you were ok or not. And he would push every angry feeling away, just to make sure you were fine.