"Not much more than I told you," he admitted. "And that sucks. I was hoping at least someone would answer..." Stiles sighed, running over the situation in his head. Stuck with Derek. No Beacon Hills. Possible aliens and Power Rangers.
"Safety in numbers then. And I have my gun and you have your...everything." He gestured towards Derek, raising his brow. "Also, this is totally not how I wanted to go about meeting up with you again after how many years." Stiles wanted dramatics and saving Derek's life because he had this feeling he still judged him for that whole shot in the tor thing.