[Yep, still staring. Stiles isn't stupid, either, and he can tell that Derek's doing this on purpose. So, hey. If he's gonna put on a show, he probably needs an audience. And Stiles is definitely a willing audience. Granted, he should probably stop thinking about this before Derek can practically smell it on him, so he curls his fingers in the sheets under his hands and tries to focus on a topic that isn't Derek's ridiculously good looking everything.

(Thinking that that ridiculously good looking person/wolf/greek god descended from earth wanted to kiss Stiles was kind of exciting, and also, definitely not helping.)]

Man, my dad and I saved up and got season passes last year. Next time, I'm so coming with. I have to see that in person. [After a minute, he adds, eyes crinkling in a smile.] Mine's got my name on the back.