"I can do that," Derek agrees, reaching for Stiles' hand to interlace their fingers. "After Mexico I went to South America and spent some time with Cora. I needed to reconnect with a family member that wasn't totally batshit crazy after the crap Peter pulled." Derek smiled. "She's happy there, she has a life and a pack and guy named Marcos that she never shuts up about. It was good, being away from all the threats that come with being a part of Beacon Hills."

He pauses for a moment to study their joined hands before continuing. "I finally made my way north again, bought a little cottage on the beach down south of here. It's where I've primarily been staying. Healing I guess you should say. I spend a lot of time meditating, learning to control the full shit to a wolf." His eyes sparkled when he smiled at Stiles. "I am one damned handsome wolf, for the record."

"Speaking of the cottage, if you ever want to get away for a weekend, it's right on the beach and a pretty chill place to be. Let me know if you want to go sometime, alright? I...I think I'd like to share that with you.'