Less Creepy Than Normal Mansion, Thursday Afternoon

Derek shook off the damp as soon as he got in the house, pretty glad no one could see him. Because c'mon, Derek. Act more canine.

Then it was a quick trip up the stairs to his bedroom where he deposited a bag of Mexican food on the bed next to where Stiles was sleeping. Passing out in the middle of the day probably wasn't helping his sleep schedule,  but with the nightmares he was getting, an uninterrupted patch was nice to see.

He shrugged again, pointedly not watching Stiles like a creeper as he peeled off wet clothing from the walk to the restaurant and back.

[For the shamelessly modded.]