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[Derek eyed him for a long moment at that nickname, squinting a little and deciding not to even say anything. He didn't mind it but if he said that then Stiles would consider it freedom to call him that all the time. Although, he'd take his silence as agreement to that too. Well, crap.]
I have a key card for my own apartment. Don't worry. I'm not going to impose on you. [He rolled his eyes and took off his jacket, tossing it at Stiles before heading to the little kitchen area to open the fridge, bending down to see what there was.]