“I don’t intend on sticking around to find out,” Stiles replied as he moved forward to help Derek upright, slinging one of Derek’s arms across his shoulders as he braced the werewolf against his side and tentatively wrapped an arm of his own around Derek’s waist. If Scott were here, this is the exact kind of thing he’d want to do, help the injured, regardless of whether or not he liked Derek, so really.. Stiles was just following his best friend’s lead - because what had Derek ever done for him?
“Yeah, and what about champagne?” Stiles couldn’t help the curt laugh that escaped at Trace’s introduction, the small release of tension making him feel slightly better in the presence of ever-growing broodiness. This kid was a gem. He was even feeling generous enough to offer up his own name - or, well, the only name that people knew him by - until he’d been interrupted by the howl.
Pausing for a fraction of a second, Stiles redoubled his efforts and gripped Derek more securely before beginning to shuffle them in the opposite direction of the gym. “There’s a chemistry classroom a few doors down, we can duck in there for a minute.” His heart rate had kicked up a few notches, and he tried to remind himself to breathe as they made progress, knowing that if nothing else Derek would likely glare at him for having a completely and totally normal human reaction to being trapped indoors with some kind of were beast.