Okay, this Derek was not expecting. He'd been off moping like a kicked puppy in the woods because he thought he was experiencing the beginning of losing Stiles, when actually Stiles was sitting here waiting for him the whole time. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and rubs his thumb across the screen, frowning down at the missed notifications from him.

"I was in the woods," he asks gruffly, lifting his feet one at a time to unlace his boots and remove them, lining them up neatly next to the door and curling his toes uncertainly in his dirty socks. "Where's Lydia? Why aren't you with her?"