"I know some construction. I helped with tents and wagons and other things in the camp. I wasn't good at it but I still did it." Stiles pressed himself to Derek who always seemed warm as they continued to talk in each other arms on the path, prolonging what little time they had together. "I had to run when I was in the camps and I didn't like it that much, so I was sort of happy when I found out I didn't have to do it anymore. We until you punished me with it which didn't last." Stiles hugged Derek and kissed the werewolf's cheek before nuzzling the scruff. "But I find now that I miss it. And I want to work on my stamina for you. I want to last for you."