Things were going fine. Stiles was finaly sleeping regularly which everyone was relieved about : you don't want to be near an hyperactive insomniac, it's just painful to see and unbearable to hear.
Althought people at school have been a little weird since the "no sex with DH" claim ; especially Danny who cornered him in the loocker room after Lacrosse practice to say that he would always be there for him to "talk or anything else".
He was glad his research were going well though : between the bestiary, the police files, Argent's map of energy points, Deaton scratchy information, his internet research and what turned out to be Derek's grandfather's journal ; he was confident he would have a record of what went down during the last Nemethon reign in no time. Well that was if he was left alone to his work... Stiles was staring at his phone ; preoccupied by the text he just received :
From Derek
Come to my place tonight
It was a weird since - except for the first time - their "encouters" always had happened at Stiles' place and were never planned nor spoken about. It was just Derek showing up and invading his bed.
After a while, Stiles decided he was being silly and figured Derek was probably missing his place and that it was only fair they alternate.
Since his father was working that night anyways, he packed is laptop and decided to go to the grocery store before heading to the loft.