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Might be you are, but I'm not.

[You know nothing, Jon Snow.]

[Stiles just looked at Jon, then grinned and shook his head, lifting a hand to clap him on the back.]

Sure you're not, buddy. Sure you're not.

[He so was.]

[Jon puffs out a sigh of why do I like this guy so much??]

You're bloody impossible, you know that?

Me? Nah. I'm just your typical teenager. You, on the other hand... Mister sword swinging He-Man. Yeah.

[He moved a little closer to the table so he could get a look at the paw, seeing if it was working like it should on her.]

[It does seem to be working as well on her as it did on Ghost! She looks up from the milk and licks at his hand when he gets too close.]

What's my sword got to do with it?

[Eww. Milky dog slobber. That gets wiped on his pants and he moves back, happy that she'll be good in no time.]

Considering I'm pretty sure you sleep with that thing? What doesn't it have to do with it?

I don't sleep with it. [He just uses his direwolf as a pillow. And keeps the sword at his bedside.] It's Valyrian steel. [Read: completely priceless. Just ask House Lannister, they tried to buy one for decades but not even the poorest houses would sell.] I'm not going to just leave it lying about in someone else's castle.

[He just looked at Jon for a minute, then laughed.]

Dude, it's your binky.

My what?

[He has no idea what that is, but it just sounds insulting.]

Your security blanket. Your teddy bear. Your thing you can't not have with you or you get sad. Seriously. I've never seen you without it, even in the castle.

Jon has a binky.

[Omfg Stiles you're fired from Jon's Best Eachdraidh Friend spot.]

Last time I went to a feast I near got killed. I'm not looking to be anywhere without it.

[Lies, all lies.]

Fair enough. But it's still your binky. Hey, no judging. I bring my staff everywhere.

[He also called his staff Lola, so...]

[He is a man grown Stiles he doesn't have a binky darnit.]

It's practical! [You say no judging but Jon can hear you judging.] Aye, I've not heard you call that your binky.

[He's a teenage boy and he has a binky. DWI.]

Because it's not. It's Lola. My binky's my pillow, which I don't have here. I haven't slept well without it.

[Woe is him, Jon. Feel so bad for him now. He has no pillow.]

What's a Lola, then? [No sympathy, Stiles. None!] Why have you not asked for it as your boon, then?

Lola? It's a name. A girl's name. For my staff. I mean, you gotta name your stuff, man.

[He shrugged, moving to go sit down now that the pup had finished the milk and looked to be healed up nicely.]

Better things to wish for. I've had a lot going on and a good night's sleep just hasn't really been my number one priority.

My sword has a name.

[All the best swords have names Stiles!! What kind of chump sword do you think Jon has?]

You're not really having trouble sleeping, are you? [Jon sleeps like the actual dead when he has time for it, the idea of not being able to for months on end is awful.]

Yeah? What is it? Wait, lemme guess. Stabby? Blooddripper? Gutsplayer?

[He was chuckling as he sat down, legs stretching out as he got comfortable.]

Doesn't matter.

[He was pretty much used to crappy sleep by now.]

[Jon snorts.] It's Longclaw. [The "you boob" isn't verbal, but it's implied.]

Oh, doesn't matter. That's a yes, then. [Damnit Stiles!] Surely you can find some pillow that would suit. Might be the fairies could make one to your liking if you'd stop slapping them about for a bit.

[Is the 'I love you' implied as well?]

Longclaw. Right. Because you stab people with it. Got it.

Hey, I don't slap fairies. I shoo the perverts. And it's not the same. It has to be my pillow.

[MAYBE (yes)]

No, because it's a hand-and-a-half sword and the blade of House Mormont: they've a bear for their sigil. [That makes sense, right? That's not a stupid explanation, right? Bears... claws... longer than standard sword... Right.]

Why's that, exactly? What's your pillow like?

Uh huh.

[Jon, your world was so weird and your names were weird. That's all there was to it. Clearly you needed to come home with him.]

It's mine.

[And that was all the explanation needed. It was his and it was just firm enough and just soft enough and just cool enough.]

[Can you imagine Jon Snow in Beacon Hills tho? It would be a complete disaster.]

Oh, you're being difficult.

[THE BEST DISASTER EVER!! Imagine him up against Peter. Perfect. PERFECT. And Jon can live with Stiles. Dad would totally be cool with that.]

Nuh uh. There's just... things. Things certain people need to achieve things. I need my pillow.

[Jon in high school. PICTURE IT.]

You've no interest in achieving anything?

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