Because Stilinski family feels are ruining me and I needed to let it out in some way. (It’s not my fault it turned into Sterek feels too.)
Derek doesn’t know why he didn’t give up the loft, rather than just selling it or renting it out when he left. Since Laura died, Beacon Hills has never felt like home, and after he evolved he thought he was ready to say goodbye to it. But the moment he steps back inside the building, he knows why he couldn’t- can’t- let it go yet; knows why he locked the door, but left a key in a place only a certain sarcastic little shit would know how to look for.
Erica used to ask him if a werewolf could recognise someone just by their heartbeat, and while Derek had told her they could, it isn’t as easy as listening to it once. Heartbeats aren’t like faces, even though they are all unique; each beating out just a slightly different rhythm from the next, but only if you are really listening for it.
It surprised Derek to learn he knows Stiles’ heartbeat like he does. He doesn’t even know when he first knew he would be able to pick it out of a crowd if he had to, but he does; and while that scared him once, it doesn’t so much now. Maybe it’s the whole evolving thing, or maybe it’s because he’s been texting Stiles ever since he left. Either way, Stiles doesn’t scare Derek anymore. Which, perhaps ironically, terrifies him in a whole new way.
Stiles’ heartbeat is beating fast inside the loft, and Derek doesn’t even take the time to fully close the door all the way before he is making his way towards the stairs and running up them.
“Hey,” he whispers, turning on the light to the bedroom. His bedroom, although it has never felt like it.
Stiles is lying on the bed, face buried slightly in the pillow there. It wouldn’t take a werewolf to realise he has been crying.
“Hey,” he says again when Stiles doesn’t respond. What he does do is curl his legs up slightly and Derek sits down beside him, taking it as an invitation. “Have you been here long?”
Stiles glances up at him, and as soon as he does Derek can’t help it with the look he finds there. He climbs over Stiles and slides in behind him, wrapping his arms around him. There was a time when he was always this tactile and while he’s sure he hasn’t reverted back to old ways, Stiles has always kind of made him feel like fifteen again.