Stiles stepped into his house with a sigh. Scott had just dropped him off. He had wanted to come in with him, but Stiles refused. He was just going to go back to sleep anyways, but he could understand why Scott wanted to come in. He was going back to his house, his empty house, for the first time after the djinn. He looked around, and couldn't help but think it looked duller than ever. Nothing had changed though. It was his real house. The one that mattered.
He limped his way up his stair case and stepped into his room, collapsing on his bed. He wasn't going to sleep tonight, he could just feel it. Groaning, he flipped himself onto his back and stared blankly at his ceiling, hands behind his head. He lay like that until he lost track of time, and it was pitch black outside. He vaguely remembered his dad coming in a while ago, but he had long since gone to bed. A knock on his window jolted him. A figure outlined his window pane that Stiles assumed was Scott. Going to his window and opening it as quietly as possible, he was shocked when the person who came through his window was Derek. "Any particular reason you're here or were you just in the neighborhood and decided to wake me up?" Stiles asked, sarcasm edging into his voice. "You weren't sleeping, I could tell by your breathing." Derek said gruffly. Stiles waited for more explanation, leaning forward slightly. "Right. Well that's not creepy at all... Anything in particular you wanted to say? Should I get us some tea and dainty little finger sandwiches? Or were you just planning on standing there forever?"
Derek shifted uncomfortably on his feet, arms crossed. "...I came to make sure you're okay." It sounded as if it was painful to say, but Stiles would take it. From Derek, especially.
"Aww, come here ya big softy." Stiles teased, his voice overly sweet. He went in for a hug, but Derek dodged him with ease, arms still crossed. "Never mind." He growled, turning to leave.
"Wait! Derek." Stiles said as loud as he dared. Derek stopped and reluctantly turning to face Stiles.
Stiles' face took on a serious look, something Derek rarely saw. "Thanks." Stiles said sincerely. "Thank you. Seriously. " Derek looked into his eye and, seeing the honesty nodded in response. Turning back around, he said "Just don't make it a habit. I have better things to do then save your ass." Then jumped out the window. Stiles followed him there and yelled after him "Wouldn't dream of it, sour wolf." He closed his window as Derek disappeared in the inky blackness of the night. Stiles fell right asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow this time.
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