"Hey," Derek replied as he approached, slipping his wallet and phone into the interior pocket of his leather jacket. "Thanks for helping me out with this." The last thing he wanted was to get the wrong thing and have the pack rolling their eyes behind his back or worse, not wanting to spend time together at the loft.
They fell into step walking into the store and Derek paused not far inside. "Where do we start? TV?" After all, they'd need a screen for everything else he needed, and that should be an easy place to start. Or so Derek thought. He glanced at Stiles again, intrigued no matter how much he told himself not to be. He wasn't sure, but Stiles really did seem to be the key, not just to Scott, but to the entire pack. Right now they were a disparate group and Derek was struggling to find ways to bring them together to recreate the closeness that he had taken for granted in his family's pack.