“He took the Jeep again.” It’s not a question, and Derek can hear the amusement clear across the spotty connection.
“He took the Jeep again,” he confirms with a sigh, rubbing out at the lines of frustration etched across his forehead.
There’s a laugh, crackling in his ear.
“Who caught him this time?”
Derek settles back in his seat. “Your dad.” There’s another burst of laughter, and this time Derek can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. “You should have seen his face.”
“Oh, I’ve seen it,” Stiles says, and Derek can picture his grin. “Many times. Usually I’m the one on the receiving end, remember.”
“So it’s your fault then,” Derek teases, sparing a glance down the hall. “He’s taking after you. I never caused this much trouble as a teenager.”
“Liar.” There’s no heat in Stiles’ words, but when he speaks again it’s softer. “Do you want me to talk to him?”
“Who? Your dad or Eli?” Derek asks, smiling.
Derek can practically hear the eye roll from the other side of the country.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him. Again. Or maybe I’ll just take the spark plug out of the Jeep.”
“He’d still find a way.” There’s a beat of silence. “I’ve got to go,” Stiles tells him, regret hanging heaving in his words. “But I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.” Derek nods, pushing himself to his feet. “Be safe. We love you.”
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