The boy scratched the back of his head rolling his eyes when the wolf spoke. “Oh yeah because giving Stiles a massive heart attack is so much fun for you werewolves. My bad I forgot.” He looked at the man in front of him thinking about all the times he came to the loft just to sit there after he left. He knew his scent must be everywhere around the place and he knew Derek could smell it. “Yeah well…uh…welcome back, Derek. Where the hell have you been?”
Derek didn't say much but when was that ever different than usual? He said what needed to be said and not much more than that. Unless emotions were playing a part, of course and then things got a little more out of control. Shrugging, he pushed up from the wall to walk around the loft and unpack and move things around. "I had things to take care of." He gazed over at Stiles. "I see you're still alive. Nothing too bad happen while I was gone?" It seemed an offhanded thing to say but Derek actually wanted to know if his presence was even needed or missed being around.
