Derek shook his head at him. He was sure there were too many blankets to consider comfortable but he would get to see the finished product to judge it when it was completed. He would totally judge it, and make fun of Stiles for it when he'd made his little blanket nest. After all, Derek was the one with animal instincts, and Stiles was the one who was probably some kind of ferret or rabbit under all that gangly human exterior.
Agreeing with a nod, he rolled his eyes at his comment about his car. "It's a Toyota. You try fitting Isaac, Erica, and Boyd into a Camaro," he muttered, his tone a little irritable. He was secretly very fond of his SUV because it felt more reasonable a car than his Camaro had been, and that fancy black car was too recognisable for his liking.
He climbed into the Jeep and pulled the door shut, stretching his legs as best he could and looking over at Stiles. He wanted to keep talking, find a reason to talk and say something, but he couldn't figure anything worthwhile so he just settled into his seat.