Stiles skids to a stop in front of Derek, giving Cora an awkward wave and watching as she rolls her eyes and gets in the car. He stands there for a moment, mouth opening to speak but Derek beats him to it. His lips thin a little as he glances down to the bag.

"So, what, not even a goodbye? See you later suckers? Deuces? What, nothing?" he asks, trying to keep the hurt, disappointment and anger from his voice. This is not how he saw this going. Sure, he didn't think Derek was going to drop everything and run into his arms like an teenage after school special or something, but he thought that maybe he might be able to convince Derek to stay.

"You'd rather just- just run away? How'd that work out for you the last time?" It's a low blow and he knows it, but he keeps the wince from his face. "You know you don't have to leave, right? I know you don't like the idea of Scott being your Alpha or something but... c'mon, it's not that bad, you know. He's getting better at it and it's like you guys want to become Omegas, right?

"Because I don't want that. I don't want that to happen to you, either of you, and I don't..." Stiles trails off and lets out a shaky breath. Definitely not how he saw this going in his head. "I don't... want you to leave."