Demigod school also pays off a little more academically than demigod camp does. [ Tone amused, Derek watches him rock as his hand drops from his tattoo. He's not afraid to be caught with his nerves, not by Stiles, but fidgeting is usually more his thing than the Roman's. All the same, though, he can't really help it. This is his second home, where everything stayed strong when the world fell around him. Camp Halfblood was there for him, and could've been home, but not in the same way. ] And with it being closer to home, you could either visit your father more often, or...

[ Or the elder Stilinski would be welcomed here, despite not being a demigod himself. He was family, and that meant he had a place here. They always did need mortals amongst them, especially in positions that the sheriff could take.

Letting him take his hand, he smooths his thumb along the outside of Stiles', giving him a small squeeze as he ducks his head a little. ] You're not going to get shot for wearing your shirt here. The war's over between camps, at this point, after everything that's happened.