Stiles frowned a little, nodding some at Derek's comment. It was dark and depressing as shit, but it was true. There really wasn't such thing as a happy ending. He could hope for things to mellow out a little, maybe finish high school. He should start thinking about college, but he'd have no damn clue what his major should be. He wasn't sure how far he should stray from Beacon Hills, considering how his friends seemed to constantly find themselves in trouble. "Guess the best we can hope for is a long pause," Stiles shrugged.
Stiles flashed Derek a small grin when he told him to shut up. Yeah, he was expecting that. But, honestly, he was a teenage guy, Derek shouldn't have been surprised. Stiles didn't let go of the book, not wanting to lose his spot. He watched Derek's face as he read, stomach in an odd sort of knot, eyes focused. Derek finished the poem, and lifted his gaze to meet Stiles'. The expression on Derek's face was a little on the intimidating side. Not that Derek was intimidating him, but the look in his eyes was...different. It was something he'd rarely seen on Derek's face.
Stiles nodded at the question he did ask. Stiles pulled the book away, extremely aware that he was standing stupidly close to Derek's bed. He took a step back, then another. He cleared his throat and wet his lips. "So, uh, I can finish this and we could just head back to the apartments and pack up? I think it'll take more than one trip, so we should do one trip, then have dinner, then finish packing, and do the other trip."