Stiles was walking next to Derek, who had insisted on walking him home after the pack meeting because apparently he was a weak human who could not protect himself if the new pack of alphas in town decided to pay him a visit. Well, Derek didn't say those exact words but Stiles knew that was what he meant when he said 'someone could hurt you' as if, every day of their lives weren't life or death experiences.
He glanced over at Derek only to see he had the same facial expression as he always did, grumpy-sour-wolf. Stiles sometimes laughed at the expression on Derek's face and other times he wondered if it was painful to hold your face that stiff for so long.
After awhile, he couldn't take the silence anymore. He was more hyper than usual because it was after the time he should have took his meds and he never did good with silence anyways. "I could have walked home by myself." He randomly said, trying to get rid of the very awkward silence.
"And the alpha pack could have tore you to pieces as a warning of what they can do. They won't even think about attacking you while I'm around. They'll wait until you're alone." Derek sounded generally worried and it was sort of freaking Stiles out a bit. He didn't know Derek Hale, the sour wolf, was capable of worrying about anyone.
"You're worried about me?" Stiles couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help the huge grin on his face either.
Derek let out a low growl, as if he was annoyed that he had to talk about feelings and gushy stuff, "I worry about my pack. And you are pack, Stiles."
Stiles nodded, "Alphas feel like they have to protect their pack, right?" His curiosity was getting the best of him, and he figured learning a bit more about werewolves would be better than silence.
Derek nodded his head, "It's an instinct for all werewolves to protect their pack, but the need to protect is even stronger for the alpha."
Stiles didn't get the chance to reply to that because they had reached his house. He glanced over at Derek who was awkwardly standing next to him with his hands in his pockets. "Come inside. I mean- only if you want to. You don't have to." he sighed, "Just, I'm sorry for asking. You're probably busy and I wasted enough of your time having you walk me home."
Derek rolled his eyes and Stiles knew he was annoyed with his rambling, he was about to say 'sorry' again but Derek was talking before he could.
"I'll stay, if you don't mind. You're the most vulnerable in the pack, they'll go after you first." His eyes landed on the roof of Stiles' house, "I can stay outside so I won't be bothering you." he let out a huff of air, then took his hands out of his pockets as he stared at Stiles. Stiles could tell he was clearly expecting for him to turn down the offer just by the vulnerable look on his grumpy face.
"It's freezing out here!" Stiles exclaimed, wrapping his arms around himself to prove his point. "There's no way I'd let anyone stay outside." Stiles mumbled out quickly, then realization set in, "I know, you're a werewolf and werewolves don't get cold. I hate you, by the way. Because I'm freezing my ass off right now and your furry werewolf ass is perfectly warm. Just come inside, Derek," he tilted his head to the side and gave the other man a half smile, "It'd be creepy for you to sit on my roof."
Derek frowned and let out a sigh, causing Stiles to panic for a second because he was sort of expecting Derek to take his offer back and leave Stiles alone all night. But instead of making up an excuse to leave he just said, "Fine."
Stiles grinned, "Great!" His smile quickly vanished, "I mean, wow, that sounds like I want you to sit in my room and watch me sleep. Well, I kind of do. But, just because I'd feel safer. You know? You can leave when ever you want though, if it gets too weird for you." He sucked in air and blew it back out to calm himself down, he sometimes said too much with out stopping to breathe.
Derek shook his head, but this time instead of looking annoyed the freaking sour wolf actually had a tiny smile forming on his lips. As if the man was amused by Stiles.
"I'll meet you in your room." Derek told him and at first Stiles was confused but he quickly realized what Derek meant. The window, he always used the window.
"No! No way, Derek! You are using the front door. Do you not know what a front door is? Were you taught to use windows instead? A door is what normal people go through instead of sneaking into windows and giving teenage boys heart attacks. Now, come on, Sour Wolf. I need to take my meds and get some sleep."
Stiles grabbed a hold of Derek's arm pulling him towards the front door. He couldn't get rid of the goofy grin on his face even after Derek walked through his door.