(stiles bids him to sit and sasuke's already taken a place near him, leaving him to seek the end of the couch closest to the fireplace. it's easy to feel a strong mix of emotion, that much is clear through his end of the bond. there's anxiety, awkwardness, the ritual fondness that comes from being together with his favourite people, and a private appreciation at seeing them support one another.

is it always that way? what do they talk about together when he's not around?

jonas' lips tug into a little smile despite the prevailing gloom.) I'm as ready as I'm gonna' get, but take your time with just everything... there's never any need to rush, 'cause I don't have anywhere to be. (his own attempt at being accommodating, rubbing above his knees to get himself settled.

a glance to sasuke.)

We can even sit here for a bit and chat if he doesn't wanna' blurt it out straight away, right?