The bruises on the side of Stiles' neck hadn't quite faded by Monday, so Stiles was 'fashionably' wearing a scarf. It was appropriate to wear scarves when it wasn't' really cold out right? Stiles had also decided that he would only get in contact with Derek, if Derek did so first. After all it was Derek's love life, not his. He also wasn't quite ready to reach out to the person who both made and ruined his weekend.

Stiles was at the library looking up information for his latest term paper, when a cup was placed in front of him. From the scent wafting from it, it was coffee. Stiles looked up, and saw Derek.

Stiles just stared at Derek, not quite sure what to do. His heart was beating quick, while his brain rang out, 'not boy toy. Name Dave.'

"Uh, hi." Stiles' brilliant greeting was met with a stoic face. So Stiles swallowed his pride, and forced out a smile. "I mean thanks for the coffee Mr. Grumpy."

Instead of responding to the greeting, all Derek said was. "It's not cold enough to wear a scarf."
"Maybe not for you, not all of us have a body of muscle to keep the cold away. I mean on a good day, I'm wearing two shirts."

Derek only 'hm'd' "So have you talked to Dave?"

Stiles began to laugh. "I knew there was a reason you talked to me! Was the coffee a way to sweeten me up?"

Derek couldn't help, but feel slightly offended at that remark. Sure that was the reason he bought the coffee, and was talking to him, but Stiles didn't have to point it out. "Couldn't I have just been trying to talk with you?"

Stiles gave Derek a look he couldn't decipher. "No one that is interested in Dave, just talks to me."

This made Derek feel both awkward and guilty. "Anyway, I haven't talked to Dave, like I told you on the phone, I was with Scott." Stiles had begun playing with the scarf around his neck. Stiles seemed incapable of sitting still. The scarf moved at an odd angle and the right side of Stiles neck came to view. There were love bites on top of love bites, and what appeared to be slight beard burn.

Derek couldn't move his eyes from the scene when he asked, "You and Scott hung out all weekend?"

Confused Stiles said, "Yeah, Scott and I sometimes clear a whole weekend in a month to hang out. We just hole ourselves in the bedroom, and only get up to pee or eat."

Derek's face showed his surprise. "How do you do that? Where do you get the stamina? You're no longer a teenager."

Stiles laughed, his hands kept playing with the scarf. Then realizing he was moving the scarf, only fiddled to fix it. "Dude age is but a number. Anyway, is that all you needed to talk about?"

Derek didn't know what he should be more surprised about, that Stiles was so open about his sexual life, or that Stiles and his partner could go at it a full weekend. A part of him felt envious. A whole weekend.

"Don't call me dude. Why wasn't Scott at the club?"

Stiles seemed surprised by Derek's question. Derek didn't know if it was because of the question or because Derek had continued talking to Stiles. Either way it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Oh he couldn't come. He was a bit busy, but I still had fun." Stiles smile, seemed strained. It must suck that your boyfriend couldn't show, but why would Stiles have invited him? Because he knew you liked Dave, why else? Derek immediately felt ashamed for thinking that Stiles had been trying to hit on him.

"At least you two were able to hang out all weekend right?"

"Yup!" Stiles then turned back to whatever book he was reading, oblivious to Derek's internal shame. Unsure of what else to do, Derek took out his laptop and continued his graduate thesis before he had to head back to his office for the obligatory office hours. Not that anyone visited, but he had to be available for whoever decided to show.

Since the awkward meeting at the library, Derek had begun texting Stiles. Stiles wasn't sure what that meant. Scott insisted that this was a good thing, but Stiles couldn't seem to forget how their night at the club had ended, and insisted that Derek was only buttering him up. For what? Well Stiles wasn't quite sure yet.

Their texts for the most part consisted of little things about their day.

From Dave texts

Derek:Dave said hi to me today.

Stiles: Well he knows who you are.

Derek: And complimented me on my lesson plan.

Stiles: Knowledge is the way to some people's heart?

It certainly was the way to Stiles', not that anyone was asking.

To odd conversations:

Derek: Don't know if my students are mute or if they just don't read their assignments.

Stiles: Maybe your eyebrows of doom are too intense for them.

Derek: I seriously doubt that.

Stiles: I seriously doubt you know the intensity of them. They might as well have their own planet called McBroodon-son. Population: two intense eyebrows. They can be found in the Derek Galaxy. Repelling all living life force.

To absurd things

Stiles:Are my eyes too big?

Derek: What?

Stiles: Someone just called me Bambi!

Derek: …

Stiles: This is serious!

Stiles was walking into the library and spotted Derek shaking his head and putting down his phone.

Stiles: Don't ignore my texts!

Stiles:I can see you reading them!

Derek looked up, made eye contact with Stiles, rolled his eyes, woah should they be able to roll that far back? Derek moved his stuff over and let him sit next to him. Stiles heart did not skip a beat, it didn't!

And sometimes even serious discussions

Derek: Sometimes I'm scared I'll forget my family.

Stiles:You won't forget them, you'll stop mourning them, but they'll always live in your memories. Sometimes I still talk to my mom, even if she can't hear me, it just makes me feel closer to her.

Derek: Maybe I'll try that sometime.

Stiles really liked these conversations, it was the only time that it felt like Dave couldn't interfere. Stiles couldn't stop himself from both loving and hating their texts. It's what helped him through his day, and haunted him at night.