He was also kinda amazed by the fact that while the onlooker might have found this rushed and strange, for them – or at least for Stiles – doing things differently and "faster" (there were those years for foreplay, for god's sake!), planning their future together, talking about moving in together came naturally. It felt right. Like the puzzle pieces finally fitting, giving out the bigger picture.

"Besides, if I moved back, I would be closer to Deaton for training. If he takes me as his trainee. Because I'll need guidance and training for my magic. I can already tell," he thought out loud, unwittingly kinda echoing Derek's earlier thoughts again.

"I have it all drawn out, I can show you later today. For the entire building." Of course the loft was their home, it was their floor and the rest of the building was going to be apartments for pack and communal areas. It was Derek's way of being excited, to offer the drawings, to hear his mate's input. It made him incredibly happy to hear Stiles wanted to have input and ideas, wanted to be involved together, didn't force Derek to make all the choices because as far as building went, he was fine. It was the decorating he had no idea about. And it was scary, to build another home, in Beacon Hills, to lay down roots instead of running.

Even if he still had the rights to rebuild where the old house had been, which he didn't because he owned the land but it had been deemed unfit for building due to the preserve being a nature park, he wouldn't do that. It would be like living among ghosts and he was doing enough of that since he came back from Hell. They were everywhere. Laura was buried on the land there, he didn't want to come across her, the idea of it hurt too much. The loft building was huge, it was on industrial ground without memories and he had bought the rights to make it into living spaces. It needed a lot of work to make it a family home but it had so much potential.

When Stiles froze and blinked at him, Derek returned the gesture. "Yeah, it'll be our home." He wasn't the kind of guy to use the word ‘duh’, but it was heavily implied here. The wolf didn't do things half-way.

He didn't see the point of making a home only to live apart again. Why even bother with it when they were fine with accepting the fact they both had lives and friends, they both wouldn't cling unless they felt like clinging. There had always been an ease to it.

"You're going to be over at the loft all the time anyways by the time you move to town, so why bother? You can make it your home as much as you like, it's not like I'm good at that." It's a lighthearted joke. Maybe he was good at it? Sure he preferred Spartan living because he was well aware that everything could be taken away in a few hours. He didn't have stuff, didn't have pictures or personal items but he had never bothered to make a home. The loft had been his first attempt.

Even the apartment in New York had been all Laura's touch, and Derek hadn't been back to it. So owning a couch and a lamp and a bed, having something resembling a house, it had been a big step. The only reason he felt safe there was because it was one big open space. At the top of the building so in case of fire, there was always the way down, there was no basement to get locked in.

Derek's happiness showed in his green eyes, in the small details of his facial features and it warmed Stiles to see and feel that. But what melted him away completely was how natural it came to him that Stiles would move in with him. It told two things to the new emissary. One, Derek was just as invested in this and smitten by him like he was with the wolf. And two, he planned much further ahead than Stiles' busy mind could. It meant a deep confidence in their relationship. To that realization, Stiles rolled half-way on his man and kissed him silly. Now his heart was beating and swelling happily.

"Yes. I'll move in with you," he giggled against Derek's lips and pecked them a few more times. "I can also help in the decoration. Just don't involve Lydia, because she would go waaaaay overboard..." he rolled his eyes then sighed happily.

Once he did move back – because heck, there was no turning back after such a nice invitation – Stiles knew that he was going to be busy working on the loft and trying to train with Deaton (if he accepts him as his student), plus entertaining a toddler. But he wouldn't want it any other way.

The smile that broke out on Derek’s face at hearing that Stiles would move in with him as soon as he figured out his next steps was unstoppable. Of course it made the most sense to do that, to him, and he would have respected it if there was more time needed, they had that time to do it in any way they wanted to, quick or slow, find a middle ground. Derek wouldn't have suggested it if he wasn't sure of them, because it wouldn't be good for Beth to be exposed to boyfriends who wouldn't stay, she needed the stability to get over the trauma of Hell. Honestly, Derek needed it too.

"No, not Lydia. Beth can pick out things for her own room and we can do the rest." Well, Stiles could do the rest because Derek did want it to be more homely for his cub and since he so didn't care about any of that, he was going to rely on the human to help out. If Stiles wanted posters of movies or comics, he was fine with it. He was also fine with the collection of figurines he just knew Stiles had collected now that he had a job to be able to afford the toys. The loft was big, there had been rooms he hadn't even used and he could knock down a wall to get to the rest of the floor the loft was on. "I don't want to involve Lydia."

Lydia was his close friend for years but having a child with her hadn't done their friendship any good. The way she had handled the pregnancy and had kept manipulating him into doing what she wanted by blaming him for not being good enough, even now to this day, wasn't easy on him. It wasn't good for Elizabeth to have a mother who wasn't as involved. She tried, Derek knew Lydia tried her best and he wanted her to be part of Elizabeth's life. But not his as much anymore.

"We'll go over the blue prints today, but just after a solid – at least – ten hours long nap," Stiles adjusted the blanket and put his head back on Derek's shoulder, trying to find a comfortable position. "It was an eventful morning," he chuckled.

Pulled out of his thoughts, the Hale smiled at Stiles and agreed on sleep with a nod. It was still early morning, they had plenty of time to get some solid hours of sleep, order dinner and go over the plans. Probably inform Noah while they were at it. Kissing Stiles on the top of his head, he relaxed, getting ready for another nap.

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