The sun was going down, but it wasn't down yet, and the moon had yet to begin to rise. Derek had kept his distance from Stiles, wanting to see if the boy would settle in better without his interference. He'd talked to Miranda after his first day in the laundry, and was pleased to know that Stiles seemed perfectly willing to work, and that they'd gotten along.
So, Derek was in pretty good spirits as he went to Stiles' cabin, dismissed the guards, and knocked on the door. However, the knocking was a courtesy, ans he didn't wait for a response before opening the door and peering inside. "Stiles?"