Derek asked if he was done and Stiles paused. "I demand chicken and steak at the dinner. Okay, I'm done," Stiles said in a rush and gave a small laugh. He really thought that Derek was growing as a person. Didn't threaten to rip his throat out with his teeth throughout the whole 'ahahaha we're married' thing. Sooner or later, he was determined to make Derek laugh. A real laugh. A proper one. One where the corners of his mouth were high and he could see his teeth and not in a threatening sort of way.
After the long, quiet moment, Stiles gave his shoulder another little squeeze then let go. In the building, he jogged to his room, let himself in, and put the cold stuff in the fridge then returned to Derek's apartment. He let himself in, holding the door open for him as Derek took the microwave out of the kitchen. He sort of loved that they were basically robbing their free living quarters.
He entered the bedroom and started by taking the top blanket off the bed and folded it up. Stiles carried it out to the living room, setting it on the couch. Grabbed his pillows, set them on top. He checked the linen closet, finding a couple spare blankets that weren't as thick as the comforter, but hey, a blanket was a blanket.