Derek made the right call because Batman jumped up, placing his front paws on Derek’s legs as he tried to get the treat. The notpuppy was getting heavier by the day and Derek would feel that weight pressing against him.
“Any news of you moving back to the cottage?” Stiles asked as he moved to sit on a nearby chair. He kept his robe tight around him and he shook his head at Derek’s offer. “I’m fine.” He really wasn’t though. He was pale, skinnier then he had been, and he looked exhausted with dark circles under his eyes.