Derek watched him for a few moments, making an amused noise at the state his couch was going to be in. "It's used like a bed more than it's not, lately. First Isaac, then Cora, now you." He huffed a sound that was almost a laugh and shook his head, turning to look out the window again. "We can get you a bed, soon, but I think we're going to need to find jobs eventually." He didn't think he had any skills for jobs, and Stiles was technically supposed to be going to Mandalus High School, but he wasn't going to push him to.
He looked over at him when he said that 'we' were going to need to get a bookshelf and he rose both eyebrows. "I have a desk. I can put them on there. Besides, there's only about twenty, maybe thirty books in the loft. I had more in New York." He didn't know why this was even part of their conversation, but friends told each other things, and they were trying to be friends.
He fell quiet then and looked back out the window, deciding he liked when they weren't in sudden danger and they could actually speak to each other like civil adults. He was comfortable and with things finally quiet back home he didn't have anything to panic about and he could try to relax a bit.