Stiles looks over his shoulder to tell Derek that he's got food for them both when he hears the bathroom door open, eyes widening when he sees that Derek is still naked. Containing whatever flails threaten to come up, he swears under his breath and just looks back at the TV again. Because seriously? If there are powers that be, or Darrow powers that be, or whatever? This has got to be some kind of test.

When Derek comes back out, he's blissfully (half) clothed, with Stiles entirely unable to see his junk, or his ass, and leaving him with relative peace of mind. Then, of course, Derek has to sit down with him, and it's all he can think about.

"Um, yeah," he says, holding the bag out before grabbing Derek's sandwich off of the coffee table to shove at him, too. "I make excellent snack choices and should have all snack duty delegated to me. Thank you. Eat your sandwich." He bumps their shoulders and stares, very determinedly, at his own food. This is the worst.