Stiles noticed Derek's gaze flick maybe a foot lower than his eyes, and Stiles took the moment to examine the hard line of Derek's mouth, curled down at the corners. After a moment, he returned his gaze to Derek's eyes, and Derek was turning away, walking to the Jeep. Stiles shoved his hands into his pockets, wrapping his fingers around his keys. He squeezed them a little, reminding himself to not act like a goddamn hormonal teenager, even though he was one.
Stiles grinned when Derek suggested the pillows. "I'm going to turn your couch into a nest of comfort, I hope you know." Stiles chuckled a little at the mental image in his own head. "It's not even going to look like a couch anymore. Just a mess of pillows and blankets and straight up sleeping comfort."
Stiles breathed a small chuckle through his nose. "It's not like I'm gonna start wearing your clothes or anything. I just want to take advantage of your surprisingly extensive library. Even though, we are going to need to get you a bookshelf or something." Stiles had to think about what he wanted, well, needed from his apartment. It wasn't a lot, really. But he nodded. "Yeah, okay."