Changing Patterns

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"Talking"  'Thinking...
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Lydia knocks on the ajar bedroom door. A gentle smile crossing her lips in sympathy as she views stiles crouched by his wall and lifting a piece of dry wall and pushing in hand into the open hole against sound proof padding.

"Hey Mr. Mama Bear, cleaned up downstairs. I got Peter to order a new tv." Stiles turns his head to Lydia and returns the smile.

"Thanks Lyds. How's everyone healing up?" He continues, wiping off his pants as he stands and crosses his arms tight over his chest.

"Pretty good. Scott took isaac up here a little bit ago for some rest, Derek's still sleeping, Boyd got back with the littles and coffee. The others are somewhere." Lydia chuckles lightly.

"Well, thank you for holding things up." Lydia nods thankfully and looks over her shoulder. "I uh, guess I'll leave you to your wall." He softly pipes before leaning off the doorframe and heading down the hall with a small hum.

Stiles nods before answering, "Alright, see you Lyds." The human turned away, facing his wall once again with a sigh as another knock came. Focusing on the door stiles found Derek waiting. "Uhh, hey?"

    "Hey." Derek starts, leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms. "Sorry about your wall. I'll call someone to fix it." Derek shrugs and looks away.

    "Even though you don't like non-pack I. The house." Stiles states with a smirk. Derek only nods. "Whatever, I just gotta stay somewhere else while it's getting fixed."

    Derek watches stiles spin around and head to his dresser. First pulling out a few boxers and socks and tossing them on his bed, which has crumbles and dry wall on it. Next stiles pulls out pants and shirts, moving on to gather flannel shirts and then shoes. Stiles piles up his stuff on his bed as Derek joins him in the room, dusting off a part of the bed and the. Sitting down.

    "You should probably fold this stuff." He says as he starts nearly folding the tossed aside clothes.

    "Thanks." Stiles states watching Derek clean up his pile of things. Then moving onto his closet to gather his favorite jacket and a small duffel bag.

    "You plan on staying in one of the other rooms?" The werewolf questions lightly.

    "Uhh, no, no. I'm gonna go to some hotel just out of town so that it'll be easier for you guys- you know drag off the danger." Stiles laughs to himself and tosses the duffel bag to a scowling Derek.

    "Which one?" He gruffs.

    "I don't know, I'll just pick one." The human crosses his arms and moves to stand in front of Derek; jerking a thumb to the side to get him to move as the wolf stuffs a shirt in the bag.

    "Don't. Stay in my room." Derek requests in a stately matter. After Stiles's odd look Derek rephrases. "Or someone more comfortable."

    "Why?" Stiles shrugs and continues folding his clothes. Derek crossed his arms and nods to the side as if thinking to himself.