Stiles huffed at Derek shooting down that idea. "Well, then some time in the spring. If you pick when, I get to pick the colors. It's only fair. It's not just your special day, it's our special day." Stiles couldn't help himself. He took a joke and he ran with it until he'd ran it into the ground. Stiles, honestly, was just waiting for Derek to shove him down the stairs or something. Or into the snow.
Derek said that and when they'd parked, he reached over, resting his hand on Derek's shoulder, the same place he'd held him when Boyd had died. He wanted to say a lot of things. Shit. I'm sorry. Why do you even let me open my big mouth? But he said nothing. He gave his shoulder a small squeeze and nodded. He understood not wanting to go certain places, linked to certain memories and certain people.
Stiles nodded at Derek's gameplan. "I left the Jeep unlocked, so it'll be easy to get stuff in there." A beat and he paused. "Um, I'm gonna run my groceries to my place. Then I'll be right there." And he took off, starting for his place.