“I’m going out, sweetie!”

Derek hums, lifting his jacket off of the hook and getting his keys, turning back to spot Stiles slurping up a bowl of ramen.

“Mm. You all good here, honeybun?”

He coos, leaning down and kissing the side of his neck, smiling as he nods.

“Good. I’ll be back in an hour or so-“

He starts, straightening as Isaac comments in a nasty way on what Stiles is eating, which makes Derek furrow his brow.

“My mate eats what he wants.”