Peter can't help his sleepy smirk. He certainly thinks that Stiles is the most beautiful in the morning. So he greets him back queitly leaning over to brush his lips against his.

The bond is still there, he can feel Stiles with more than his five senses. It gives him security, some kind of home. Peter just hopes it won't burn down this time.

"You're special, Stiles, you know that?" Peter sighs pulling the boy closer to him for some morning cuddles