The uptick to Stiles' pulse made Derek's gaze drop momentarily to his chest, where his heart would be, but Stiles retorted and Derek scowled, just heading for the car. He was too tired and irritable to really figure any of this out, so he just settled into the car seat and fumbled with the lint in his pockets to keep his hands from twitching. He didn't want to really think about anything at all.
Stiles said he'd take his blankets too and he opened his mouth to say they'd smell like him but quickly stopped himself from pointing that out. "Pillows too. You're not taking mine off my bed at the loft." He huffed at the very idea of it and just turned his head to look back out the window at the snow. Everything was cold but Stiles had turned the heater on so he was warming up nicely by now. He was definitely sure they needed to avoid being outside as much as possible.
When Stiles spoke again, Derek looked over, raising one dark eyebrow at him. He wanted to be petulant, argue that what was his was still his and Stiles could shove off, but he couldn't find it in him to actually say it. "Yeah, sure. Use what you want. I'm going to take the microwave from my apartment too, so any heavy stuff you want from yours, let me know." He was going to lift things far more easily than Stiles would, after all.