I forgot. [ Stiles stumbles forward into Derek's arm when he keeps a hold of him, wrapping both of his arms around his bicep and leaning into him as they enter the apartment.
He should probably be embarrassed. But he most definitely is not. Ah, alcohol. Making a pleased noise, he rubs his cheek on his sleeve and follows him right into the kitchen, peeking over his shoulders and watching everything he does. ] Fooooood.
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He should probably be embarrassed. But he most definitely is not. Ah, alcohol. Making a pleased noise, he rubs his cheek on his sleeve and follows him right into the kitchen, peeking over his shoulders and watching everything he does. ] Fooooood.