He did his very best to not grin like a dork when Derek said they'd get a real bed if he wanted one, and that he'd let him sleep in his bed if it came down to it. He wanted to avoid thinking of anything about sharing a bed with Derek because after the tension from earlier, he was not ready to think about such things. Stiles really didn't expect Derek to give him a milk crate bedside table, or a shitty little lamp. He just so enjoyed making Derek roll his eyes. He was so good at it.
Derek said that and Stiles laughed, hoping that Derek couldn't hear the breath hitch in his chest. "Well, if we did, it'd be a June wedding," Stiles started then grew quiet when Derek talked about New York. He felt his stomach twist when Derek mentioned his sister. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Did you ever think about going back and bringing them back to the apartment?" He asked softly.
Derek huffed at him and climbed out of the car. Stiles shrugged and climbed out, himself and shut the door behind him. Derek's question reminded him of his earlier attempt to ask the same question and how he'd unintentionally made it dirty. "Um, we could do your place first. That's fine," he nodded and started for the door.