Stiles may or may not have spent a good portion of the afternoon freaking out about Malia. In fact, he may... still be freaking out about her.

"She said I've been saving her. What does that even mean? I get that the world keeps on turning back home, but I feel like everyone's got some secret about what happened back there and I have no idea what's going on. It's slightly irritating." Derek has just been letting him rant. Which is nice. It's not like any of this has been easy for him either, he's sure, but he's let Stiles do all the talking, which he appreciates. The nightmares haven't stopped, Derek had been seeing his dead sister, and now this.

He stops pacing the living room - he's not sure when he started that - and just stops in front of Derek, falling down on the couch next to him with a sigh. He opens his mouth to say more (to bitch, really), and then there's a knock at the door.

"Uh. Who's that?" He looks over at Derek. He isn't expecting anyone.