Derek nods in understanding. "Well, I'll keep the pain away and you keep eating." If the pain Stiles was in when he got there was any indication, the pills weren't doing much anyway.

"When is your dad getting home?" he asks, looking around the room, considering places he can hide if necessary. "I don't exactly have anywhere to be." The plan had been to come back and deal with the Beast, then see where things went with Stiles. Things happened a bit faster than he'd anticipated. "I meet with someone tomorrow about an apartment. In town," he clarified.