Piggy
“Come in,” the vet said from where he was sitting at his desk. It was already past closing time, but he’d told Stiles that he usually stayed late to catch up on paperwork.
“Hey, doc! I hope you don’t mind…” he said, stepping in.
“Stiles, of course not. Make yourself comfortable,” Deaton said, barely even looking up.
There was a small couch with a little coffee table in front of it in one of the corners, and that’s where he set up camp; setting up his laptop and cracking his knuckles before getting to work. Deaton didn’t talk to him, but just the knowledge that there was another person around helped.
It was around ten that the vet finally got up from his desk.
“Tea?”
ETA: Second chapter added!