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Hale, on two legs and wearing a shirt, finds him thirty minutes later still sitting in the same position, staring at the ceiling.
"I think there's something wrong with me," Stiles says. Hale snorts.
"I could have told you that," he says. "Tea?"
Alternatively: the secret agent AU nobody asked for.