One day, Thomas was going to pick up on the fact that some of the things he did knocked Derek for a metaphorical loop. He knew very little of Derek's relationship with Stiles and he didn't pry because it wasn't his place. Derek had cared for his doppelganger, that was obvious, but when Thomas opened his eyes, maybe he'd figured out just how deep that had run and why Derek being around his this much now was a big deal.

Thomas kicked the door closed behind Derek and smothered a yawn in his arm before taking the protein bar. He'd seen these in stores around town but hadn't tried one yet.

"Yeah, just let me get my shoes on," he answered, dropping both the boots and shoes on the ground. His instinct was to go for the boots since he'd been running in those since he'd woken up in the Box. The shoes had been recommended when he'd gone into a store and said he wanted something for running. He was curious as to how they'd feel but didn't know if right now was the time for the change.