Alright.

[ so she'll just sit with him for a little while then, sliding her hand up from under Hale's belly just to cradle the back of Stiles' head, hiding her face in his hair again. Rachel's not sure what it would take to get her to not want to talk about something, she can't predict the level of terrible it would take to get her to reach that point. it makes her feel squirmy and little which isn't awesome so she tries to just stop thinking about it, focus on the fact that he's talking to her at all. he's here, that's what matters ]

Hey. Hey, you. [ her voice is still quiet, but she's turning her face to nudge at his temple, his ear. being intentionally bothersome ] Hey. Stiles. Hey. [ she kisses his cheek ] I love you. [ and another kiss ] I love you as much as Narcissus loves himself. No. [ smmmmooch ] More than that. I love you the way Poseidon loves the sea and Zeus loves the sky. I love - [ kiss, nudgenudge ] - you like Ares loves war, and Hypnos loves sleep, and Aphrodite loves ..love. [ is he looking at her yet? because she's going to keep nudging and attacking his face with kisses until he does ] You hear me? Hey. Hey, Stiles. I love you. And there's nothing in the cosmos that could change that.