[Stiles is used to this routine now, an integral part of it, and he's more than happy to help Derek, gathering assorted parts of the costumes and putting them out of the way. By the time he gets back Derek's tucking them in, hugging them--Stiles leans against the doorway on his arm, watching, and it's not until Derek starts to turn around that he jumps back like he totally wasn't melting a little.
God.
Grinning a little lopsidedly, he reaches into his pocket and presses a box of something into Derek's hand, solidly.] Aw come on, don't look so sour. It's grown up time.
[It's one of the packets of sour patch kids that Scott had given him earlier. Grinning like a loon, he pulls out his own, shakes it for his inspection, and turns around to head down the stairs. Derek didn't exactly invite him to stay, but he might as well get comfortable. Right? It's not like it's a long drive back to the apartment, but Stiles is dragging his feet towards going.]
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God.
Grinning a little lopsidedly, he reaches into his pocket and presses a box of something into Derek's hand, solidly.] Aw come on, don't look so sour. It's grown up time.
[It's one of the packets of sour patch kids that Scott had given him earlier. Grinning like a loon, he pulls out his own, shakes it for his inspection, and turns around to head down the stairs. Derek didn't exactly invite him to stay, but he might as well get comfortable. Right? It's not like it's a long drive back to the apartment, but Stiles is dragging his feet towards going.]