[ This wouldn't be the first night he's spent away from Stiles since moving to the den, and... it does kind of suck every time it happens, but it's gonna suck a little less if he gets to spend more time with his pack. He probably won't get any sleep, because he's just a little bit too removed from what he's used to to be able to feel safe, but. Nobody sleeps during sleepovers.

Derek nods, indicating he's cool with staying. He chews down another mouthful of food, and he fires off a text to Stiles, telling him he'll be back in the morning while ostensibly adding something about how if his insomnia or his dreams get too bad, he'll go back. He takes a sip of his beer, and he's still on his phone as he answers Tate, voice low and soft and casual. ]

You're - I don't know - important. I want to do right by you. I want to... be someone who does right by you.

[ Derek slips his phone into his pocket, looking at Tate a little more directly. ]

You can always tell me to fuck off, if I'm getting too close, or... being too demanding. I try not to make you uncomfortable, but.

[ He makes clawing motions with his hands, which is kind of difficult to do with a bottle in one and a burger in the other. He just - means that he's a werewolf. He still feels fucking awful about the hotel. ]