Stiles gave the older wolf a sheepish look and nodded slowly. “I just didn’t feel like doing anything, honestly. I probably haven’t really left the bedroom or or our bed there since I got here, except for the occasional use of the bathroom or something.” Derek set the plate down in front of him and he sighed, inhaling the scent of the food and feeling his mouth water as he did so. “This is going to be perfect,” he said as he picked up his knife and fork and started cutting in to the food that was there. He watched Derek hand Peter a plate then come back with his own and finally, they were all sitting there together once more. This was what he missed while away… the comfort of having his lovers, his mates, close to him, helping him feel safe and secure.
Peter gave a little nod, reaching to comb his fingers through dark hair. “We understand, Stiles. You’re more attuned to the supernatural than you think.” he explained. “We aren’t the first to see it, though.”
“Not the first but apparently the only ones who care.” Derek said pointedly, making sure his mates were eating before taking a bite of his own food. “I think you were attuned to it before Scott ever turned.”
Peter looked up as he ate, swallowing a bite as he hummed wistfully. “Well, that would make all the difference.” he mused quietly, clearly thinking out loud.
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