Stiles has been on a plane for hours. He doesn’t even remember how many, he lost track between time changes and flight transfers, one in Las Vegas, another in Chicago. Fucking Las Vegas, it’s the worst. This is what he gets for deciding to go home for Thanksgiving last minute: Dad and Scott and Melissa on one end, airport hell and cramming for finals on the other. By the time his last flight touches down at La Guardia, Stiles feels like he’s been in transit forever, like there’s going to be five new iPhone models out by the time he gets to the curb to catch the M60 bus into the city.
Stiles doesn’t make it to the curb, though, because Derek Hale is waiting for him at the baggage claim.