He'd never pegged Derek for the romantic type. He'd always pegged the Sourwolf as… well… a sour wolf. True, happy grins from the older male were rare- kind, romantic gestures were something that Stiles assumed would be even rarer.
The flowers waiting for him on the kitchen table completely shattered his hypothesis.
The card says "Get Well Soon", Stiles observed. Smart Derek, clever Derek. To his dad, it was a mis-delivery. No return address, no name on the card for whom it's for, not even a logo from the shop. Just "Get Well Soon" with a little heart scrawled in neat, shopkeeper penmanship.
Stiles shrugs, takes them up to his room under the ruse that maybe they'll help cover the 'teenage boy' smell his dad mock complains about. He puts them on his desk, and when the bottom of the vase is jostled, that's when the little taped note makes itself known.
"Scott said you were having a rough day."
No signature. No little heart like on the Get Well card. Just a simple message, 8 words if he bothered to count them out (which he did).
But it was good enough for him.