Stiles jogged to the front door, letting himself in and rode up in the elevator. It was so weird that the building was here, that his jeep was here. Pieces of home, that were, what, to make it seem like they weren't in a completely alien world? Oh, they so were. But having his baby and Derek having his apartment helped a little. Places they could be where it didn't feel completely alien. Reaching the top floor, he walked down the hall, noticing that the door was open. Stiles entered, closing the door behind him.
"Yanno, if you leave the door unlocked, just anyone will let themselves in," Stiles intoned, sounding like a little shit, unsurprisingly. He crossed over to the couch, flopping onto it. It felt the same, the loft smelled the same. Hell, the floor where Boyd had been skewered still had that off-color to it. It made his stomach twist at the though. Those fucking Alphas. Derek was a dick from time to time, but he was the best Alpha that Stiles had known. All of the others were murderous assholes.
Stiles stretched his feet out in front of him, looking over at Derek. "So...." he started, worrying at his bottom lip for a minute. "You're gonna move out, right?" A beat. "I mean, you're gonna move out of the place they gave you and move in here?" No, Stiles was not worried that Derek was going to leave him alone.