[ That makes a grin crack onto his face, and Stiles snorts and shakes his head as he pulls away from the hug, running a hand over the hair in question. ]

Thanks, it's a real effort to get out of bed in the morning. [ It's gonna be okay. It has to be, right? A part of Stiles wants to talk to their mom, try to see if she can do anything, yell at her, something, but Hecate never bothers to show up to them, anyway. Rubbing at his cheeks to try and push away any tears, he nods at her. ] The last time I had a buzzcut was because my dad cut my hair, and I had a bowl cut. It was so bad, remember? I came to camp with it.