[ Choosing not to call Stiles out on the look on his face-- mostly because it made Derek want to melt a little, himself-- he raises a before down at his chest as the box of candy is pressed to it. He takes it, if only so that it isn't dropped, huffing softly before he closes the door behind himself. He leaves it a little cracked, just in case, then follows Stiles down the stairs.
Used to him invading, he simply goes towards the kitchen, setting the candy on the counter and heading for the fridge. ]
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Used to him invading, he simply goes towards the kitchen, setting the candy on the counter and heading for the fridge. ]
Want a beer? [ There's your invite, Stiles. ]