Stiles sighs heavily, because he knows Derek is right, as much as it annoys him. "Fiiiiiiine," the teen practically whines out.

He feels less annoyed when he sees that sweet little smile on Derek's face, his chest warming at the sight. "Yeah, okay."

Leaning back against the headboard to get comfortable, Stiles pats the spot next to him, much like he did that first night.

"At least come keep me warm while I try to get some rest." Twice now he's gotten Derek in bed next to him and not been able to do a damn thing about it. Ugh, his life.