Stiles' heartbeat is racing, and it makes a thrill go through him as they head back into the building. The rapid racing beat of Stiles' heart makes him want to catch him and kiss him again here on the stairs, but he does have some self control. And Stiles is so ridiculously happy, smiling like a cat with a canary. It's infectious, though Derek settles for being quietly bemused as they make their way up to his loft.

They step inside, and he's hardly set his bag down when Stiles is reaching out and pulling Derek in against him. He lets him, leaning in, pressing up against him, head tilted down to look at the teen, his arms going around his waist. "I thought it would be better if I left. That doesn't mean that I wanted to."

He nuzzles in against Stiles' jaw for a moment, because this is nice, and the sky isn't falling around their heads. Yet, anyway.