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[ He's having a nightmare about some giant pink marshmallow monster attacking Beacon Hills. Of course, the fact that he's apparently asleep on a huge pile of books and an empty candy packet might explain that. Because Stiles' bed is not a bed it is a construction of research materials and wrappers, and because he is a terrible person when it comes to adulthood.

So he maybe mumbles something about candy-floss killer, scott before snorting, waking himself up with a start. Of course that means he sees Derek. The result is just to lift his pillow from under his head and bury his face in it. ]

Holy crap, do you ever do anything not creepy?

[He was just stopping in to make sure the Stiles wasn't dead and -

Good morning.]

I'm surprised you sleep at all.

[ He straightens up, scrubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. ]

Sometimes even I crash, bro.

[He sighs]

You eat too much sugar.

Oh jesus, not you too.

[ Good, no morning wood. Which means he's okay to lean against the wall. ]

[He's not sitting on the bed. He sits in a chair instead]

You called me the candy-floss killer.

There was a marshmallow.

[ Drawing up a knee to his chest. ] Y'know Prof X?

Yes.

[He's seen you harassing him]

He wants me to move into the Mansion with him.

[Silence-]

Are you going to?

[ Shrugging. ]

He thinks this place is like an orphanage. I told him that was dumb because my dad''s fine.

That isn't what I asked.

I don't know.

[ A beat. ] I miss home.

I know.

[He misses home too.]

Why are you here?

Because contrary to what you think, I don't hate you.

And you can only not hate me by climbing in my bedroom window while I sleep?

You don't want to talk to me.

Actually, I totally want to talk to you. You're the one incapable of communication.

If you want this to go anywhere, you're going to have to get used to that.

You are the fucking worst.

[He shrugs. That's just how it is.]

[ Eyeing him. ]

Fine, I don't care.

[Here, have a kiss on the mouth for that.]

[ He kisses back and hates himself for it. ]

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