it’s been a month since the incident with the old lady at the grocery store. derek wakes up in the guest room or what he and stiles have both started calling his room, listens to stiles bang around in the next room, getting ready for work before deciding to get up himself.

he’s been working on his family’s house for a while now, trying to get it back to its former glory or as close to it as he can manage. he’s making fried eggs, a little runny like stiles likes them, when it finally hits him.

and, damn, if it isn’t a shock. the toast popping up shocks him out of it and derek ends up scooping the eggs onto a plate. he adds toast and is pouring glasses of orange juice when stiles wanders into the kitchen.

he says something but derek is too caught up in his own mind to catch it.

“what?”

stiles looks over at him, eyebrow lifted as he cuts into his eggs. “i said thanks for making breakfast.”

derek nods a little, “no problem,” he murmurs, setting one of the glasses of orange juice in front of stiles, before taking a drink of his own.

“i should get off early today,” stiles states, looking in derek’s direction, “i can pick us up something.”

nodding, derek finishes his glass and sets it in the sink, moving so stiles can put his own dishes in as well. he watches stiles leave, realizes that the other’s badge is still sitting on the counter.

derek shakes his head and grabs it, heading out the door, just as stiles starts to back out the driveway. he crosses in front of the car around to the driver’s sider, leaning in towards the window, one arm bracing him on the top of the door, “forget something?”

stiles grins sheepishly at derek, taking the badge from his grasp. “thanks,” he murmurs and presses his lips to derek’s cheek.

derek can only stare after stiles’s car in mild shock.