It was just this thing they had silently agreed on. Some unspoken rules they tipped their heads to. There where some things they would just always do. Always just let happen and be. Derek would always be the forehead kisser. Stiles would always be the talker. Derek would always be the cuddlier. Stiles would always be an octopus in his sleep. There where these sort of unconscious habits they had picked up. Derek had would grab Stiles' hand while he read and his knuckles across his lips, kiss them. Stiles would ruffle Derek's hair and lean on shoulders and kiss his cheek or breath something in his ear whenever Derek was in a chair. Derek would pull Stiles into his lap and bury his face in his neck whenever they where forced to watch chick flicks with Allison and Scott. Stiles would try to hip check Derek whenever they cooked dinner together, only resulting in Derek catching him before he made contact, bringing him close and giving him a quick kiss before they got to cooking. It was the simple things. Like Stiles knowing what were his favorite type of books. Derek knowing how Stiles liked his coffee. It was the little things that had them completely in tune with each other.