Stiles nodded and managed to eat a little more of the food, leaving about a fourth of it behind as he set the plate aside and proceeded to crawl out of bed, rummaging through his bag for clean clothing. When he found pajama pants, he glanced up at the other two wolves. “Did either of you bring an extra shirt I could have?” he asked in a small, quiet voice.
Peter and Derek looked at each and chuckled at the question. “We did.” Peter answered and got up to grab the bag they had packed, bringing it to the room and setting it down. “Do you want to shower? We brought towels, too.” he offered.
Derek walked over and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ head. “It’s just the three of us, so tell us what you want to do and we’ll follow your lead, okay?” he asked, smiling reassuringly. “You know we’ll take care of you.”
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