Derek rarely used his supernatural speed on Stiles, but when he managed to block the door for Stiles' only escape he got just the reaction that he expected. "Hey! No wolf powers!" Stiles claimed out. "Dr. Deaton said so."

"Deaton's session is over, but you and I are going to finish this. I did not sit through listening to Jackson's problem with Lydia's stuffed animals to get nothing. Do you want to know what I said about you?"

"No," Stiles told him, "I don't but I have a pretty good idea."

"Did you also discover, the abilities to read minds?"

"No, but your actions were loud and clear." Stiles told him.

"What are you talking about?" Derek stepped closer closing the space in between them, "What action?"

"The box, Derek," Stiles confessed and pointed at the box that was still on the table. "It has my name on it. It means you hate me. You reject me."

Then it clicked for Derek. "Stiles, no. That's not what the box means." Derek said keeping himself calm. The lights flickered again. "It means I accept you."

"What?" Stiles asked confused.

"Stiles, when you were gone, it was hard for me to adjust without you being here. It was harder on Isaac too." He said softly. "The whole wolf-mate trail wasn't easy, while you were gone. As the weeks passed by and the things that you normally do for us went undone. I realize that you add a balance in our lives. You add a balance in my life."

"Seriously?"

"Yes and I wanted to prove it to you, by moving your things into my room. Our room. I wanted to surprise you, but as usual Scott and Jackson were right."

"God, I hate when they are."

"Me too, but Stiles I accept you as my mate and I hope you accept me as yours." Derek said taking hold of Stiles' hands.

Stiles gave him a smile, "Of course, I do Sourwolf." And leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that Derek wanted to give Stiles the moment Stiles got home.

They broke apart when Jackson entered the kitchen with a tissue in his hands, " Hey, Derek, Lydia told me the whole binky-lulu story," Jackson began tearing up, "It's so sad!" He sobbed into the tissue.

From the corner that led the living room into the kitchen, Derek could see that Deaton had an amused smile on his face.