Derek nosed against Stiles' cheek, not quite an apology, but as close as the boy would get, and stood up, stretching. He'd mentioned borrowing Stiles' clothes earlier, but if he was going to brush his teeth in his bathroom, he would dress there as well.
"I'll be back with the tablet in a few minutes," he placated. "Do you want me to order a tray for dinner? Or do you want to eat with Allison?"