[ He looks different, older somehow, and tired, the kind that a good night of sleep won't do much to erase. He remembers the phone call, still has the voicemail saved to his device, because as far as he knew Stiles wasn't coming back. A part of him wishes he could be enough of a reason to make him want to stay, but then why would he be? And Derek. There's something there he's definitely missing, something he wasn't going to touch because it's none of his business, but now he's starting to think maybe he should make it his business. ]

Feels longer from this side. [ There's a sad smile, and if he were the kind to put himself on the line when it comes to personal things, he might admit how much he's missed him, how good it is to see him again, as selfish as it is. ] You know you can always stay here if you need to, right? Someone might as well make use of my bed.