Sam wraps his arms around Stiles, and the teen curls in happily, feeling the love and security he always did when Sam held him. He feels safe, he feels home in Sam's embrace, and he wouldn't give it up for the world.

"I'm buying yours," Stiles grins, brushing a hand back through Sam's hair. This man...was going to be his. Forever...hopefully. He wonders if Sam would want to move in with him...Stiles wouldn't mind, but he doesn't know how slow Sam want to take it, with a four year engagement.

"I love you too," Stiles bites his lip, pressing his chest to Sam's, baring more of his neck. "...finaccé."