but then i remember that in the canon stiles does a double take when scott’s removing his shirt and stiles never really learned about personal spaces has he?
perhaps personal spaces are each other for these boys, always huddled close, clothes rustling and matted against each other, limbs linked together, cold toes sliding down naked ankles during the long sleepovers, clandestine promises of forever and evers and keep you safe from the nightmares of deadbeat dads and sickly moms
there was no such thing as a pinky promise, because one connection was never enough, never fully encapsulated them in the same way hand holding and squeezing did, grips unrelenting as tears were shed, breaths were stolen, pride swallowed, panic attacks dissipated
they cracked themselves opened and pulled out the messy bits for the other to see, unadulterated and unabashed at what was found
so personal spaces are practically nonexistent for these two
because stiles takes a step forward, and scott grins
then all is right in their world
but the galaxies that are nestled between them burst into fireworks (at least, that’s how it goes for stiles whenever his eyes fix upon that dopey smile)