Derek nods and jumps from the bed, going to get the food Stiles will eat, even if that food is leftover mac and cheese. It takes a few minutes to find it, heat it up and grab another bottle of water. He also grabs the apple sitting on the counter before heading back upstairs.

"Are you sure you don't want something else," he asks, glancing down at the sad little bowl of macaroni. "I can order a pizza or get you something." He sets the things on the bedside table beside Stiles.