[ Following his gesture and allowing him further into his space, Derek reaches to open the upper cabinet and starts going through the pots to pick out the best ones for the task at hand. He's got a lot of cooking ahead of him, but it's for Stiles. He's happy to do it.

He pauses, though, when Stiles curls into his chest and looks down at him. Brows raising a little, he looks fondly bemused. ] I would've come sooner if you'd asked me to. It doesn't always have to be at the loft.

[ A hand comes up, brushing knuckles across his temple. ] I just like spending time with you.