Mansion of Tiredness | Sunday Morning

After coming to in the woods yesterday Stiles made his way to the mansion, ignoring Derek's annoyed growls as he flopped down on the bed. He was too tired to deal with wolfy disapproval. The day was saved and he was fine, okay? No disapproval needed.

Now he was sound asleep, arm around what he thought was a cuddly wolf buddy. He was wrong. So, so wrong.

[For Derek first and then anybody else that lives there/wants to stop by after he's awake]