Stiles nodded slowly and pulled back slowly, leaning up to kiss Chris softly. “Then for now, let’s get dressed and go see Derek. I hate to see him go back to Canada but once we’re settled in France, maybe he’ll come visit. He needs family. He needs us. I just…. I’m going to worry about him.”
Chris listened and gave a sigh as he nodded, moving to sit up more so they could get dressed. The three of them were the last ones who cared for Peter and the thought of watching Derek leave again hurt, but he knew the other didn’t want to stay where there was nothing left. Chris didn’t want to stay, either, if he was honest. He’d finally been happy, having Peter and Stiles with him, and their time had been cut short and he hated that now he and Stiles had to go on without Peter being there with them. But he’d made a promise to never let Stiles be alone again, and he meant it. “Naturally, he’s welcome.
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