[ Derek - shrugs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the bar. He watches Tate go through his phone, eyebrows narrowed. He's not sure how to read Tate's reaction, but - when has that not been the case. ]

The den's lonely. Windex still misses Stiles.

[ She's always looking around for him. Meowing at the bedroom door that Derek still never opens, as if he'll be waiting for her somewhere in there. Windex loves Derek, but she's also an outside cat, so she doesn't need him. This dog... is stressful, but she does need people in her life right now. Watching her improve and giving her all his attention has been... soothing. Like a project. ]

I like... having someone else at home.

[ Another shrug. He doesn't doubt that Tate will be better for her than he is. ]

And - she's yours. If you want her. Just - she's already pretty stressed out. I didn't want to just... bring her into the city, or... drag her out into the woods. You need to come over if you want to meet her.