[ A snort manages to leave him at the slip, but Derek doesn't comment on it. Just leaves it as he always does, just Stiles being Stiles-- which doesn't make it easier-- and just shrugs a shoulder in response to his attempts to wave it off. It doesn't matter if it's his parent teacher conference outfit. He looks good in it, the way the sweater follows the taper of his body from broad shoulders to slender hips. When did he notice that? He doesn't even know.

There's a heat at the back of his neck and aiming for his ears, but he ignores it because there's something incredibly pleasing about watching pink become a little redder, and he tries to remind himself that he's not supposed to run his fingers over it. (Or want to put his mouth on it.)

He waits as he watches Stiles disappear into the apartment again, expression soft and fond as he does. ]

Good plan. They're vicious, and need appeasement. [ A small huff of a laugh leaves him, and he nods his head back so that they can head out over to the car. ] Which means we need to go before we're late, because that'll just incite them further.

[ Though he's going to pretend it's not because they'll think they were up to something beforehand. ]