Derek scrubs himself down in the shower and watches the dirt wash away, thinking over his conversation with Stiles. He says that he's over her, and he wasn't lying. He didn't smell spicy warm like arousal when he talked about it. Maybe this won't be as bad as Derek thought.

Spending all day as a wolf out in the woods makes it hard for him to shake the mindset, and he doesn't bother putting on clothes as he leaves the bathroom. He walks by naked, scrubbing at his wet hair with his towel as he heads for his bedroom. He pulls on a pair of thin, clingy sweats mainly out of obligation and tosses the towel aside, running his fingers through his hair to make it stand up as he comes back into the living room.

"Those look good." He grabs the chips and sits down next to Stiles, leaving little room between them. He wants to be close.