She plants her hands to either side of his knees and leans into his face. “Positive. I know you,” she says. “Nothing you could do would be devastating.”
“Alright, alright, you’re getting sappy on me. I believe you,” Stiles says, shaking his head with a smile on his face. It’s more of a flattering smile than anything, something that he can’t help but give to her in return for her compliment.
She shrugs again and backs off. “I just trust you, that’s all. I’ve been in your head too, y’know. You can’t hurt me.” She huffs slightly. “Sappy. Bah. What are you talking about, sappy?”
