Derek sighed and Stiles glanced over at him. "Well, yeah. Dude, I told you. I was going to have a nest. That takes blankets." Actually, he was going to use a couple of them to lay on the couch itself, then have the rest on top of him. He had a plan. He was going to make it feel like he was sleeping on a cloud or he was going to smother himself trying.
Stiles followed Derek out to the Jeep, arms full of blankets and pillows and stopped. He noticed it was getting full. "Um, maybe we should take this stuff to the loft and then come back and have dinner, then go scavenger on my place. It's not like we can grab a UHaul or something. And we don't have your soccermom-mobile."
He managed to shove the blankets and pillows into the back, behind his seat and climbed into the Jeep, waiting for Derek to climb in. He drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel, worrying at his bottom lip for a moment in his anticipation.