Stiles frowned a little, faking hurt feelings. "I thought I was more than just anyone." He sighed heavily, shoulders heaving. "I'm sensitive, Derek. My feelings get hurt easily." He can barely get the words out before he cracked a grin, the grin widening further when Derek rolled his eyes at him.
Stiles tried not to look vulnerable when Derek looked over at him, from where he sat with the book in his lap. Derek crossed his legs and spoke and Stiles' eyebrows went up. We? Okay, his heartbeat might have picked up juuuuuust a little. And he'd shove Derek down the elevator shaft if he mentioned it. Derek glanced over at him and Stiles swallowed once, nodding a little.
Derek clarified that he'd bed sleeping on the couch. And, duh, it wasn't like he was expecting to sleep on Derek's bed, because boundaries. But still. It was sort of a big step for them. "Yeah, that's fine. We can do it later. After dinner, I guess. I bought stuff to make cookies." Why did he feel the need to say that? Damn it, Stilinski.