[ It wouldn't be bad, but Derek is a little sideswiped by the idea that Stiles is being... well, direct about it. He's very aware that they flirt frequently, because that's essentially what they do when they banter and it's more lighthearted.

He should probably draw his hand away from where it's settled, but it's strangely comfortable where they're situated. Not that it's particularly new, given the fact that they don't know what personal space is. ]

Scott. [ Right, of course. Scott is a constant presence when Stiles is here, and sometimes it's to help out as a worker, sometimes it's just as a visitor. This weekend, he's actually listed as a guest. Derek had seen him jittering around yesterday, watched him sign his name into the book with a nervous scrawl. He'd come in with his girlfriend, also a common visitor, and it was sort of sweet. They were sickeningly cute, like sunshine embodied in two people reunited or something equally as poetic.

And, with Stiles' explanation, he gets it. A small hum leaves him, and it's only then that he draws his hand away from his waist. He gives the plate in front of him a quick look, eyeballing it before he's looking up at Stiles again. ]

So that's why he's actually signed in as a legitimate guest and not just a freeloader hanging around you. [ Reaching, he picks up the coffee instead of going for the pancakes. He breathes it in briefly, pretends that his heart doesn't squeeze in his chest when he picks up the familiar brew, and takes a sip. ]