[ stiles notices--that's something about him. he's always been able to pick out little gestures, details, and he doesn't think it's a gift from his mom at all. rather, he learned how to understand people from his dad, because it's the kind of inherent present one can only get from a cop father, passed down to a wannabe police officer son.

so he sees derek's hand trace out his tattoo, and stiles can absolutely not deny the fact that his smile gets a little soft at it. this is his home, in the way camp halfblood was stiles', and he gets that more than anyone. and it is really amazing here, and he could probably move his dad into the safety of the city, and it just...

sucking in a deep breath, he rocks back on his heels, tilting his head back and forth as he ponders it. ] Well, I mean, it's hella close to home. And demigod school sounds like a huge level up to demigod camp.

[ he flashes derek a smile, and when he does, he reaches over and takes his hand, loosely threading their fingers together. ] As long as I don't get shot for wearing my shirt here, we should go check it out. It looks awesome, dude. Friggin awesome.