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“We're really sorry we kept the money.”
It's difficult to keep a straight face. Seeing Scott and Stiles squirm muttering out explanations and apologies for the last ten minutes is funny enough. Having Scott's mother and the Sheriff glaring at them from either side is almost too much. He's about to accept the apology and release them from the parental torture Jordan chimes in from the kitchen.
“Don't you say it's okay.”
From the noise coming from the next room Derek gathers that Jordan is way more mad about the money than he is. He wonders if the snacks he went to prepare were just a decoy to bang angrily on as many kitchen supplies as he could find.
Since he's staying at Jordan's place until the door and windows at his loft are fixed again and he can move without wincing it's better to adjust his response. “Don't do it again.” The glare he receives from his temporary roommate who comes back with those disgusting cookies Miss Johnson brought over, tells him that it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
The four stay another half an hour before they leave with the rest of the cookies Jordan forces them to take with an innocent smile that doesn't hide the evil glint in his eyes. Out of the parents earshot he addresses Stiles and Scott he says, “I'll know if you don't eat them.”
Derek hands him the remote when he sits down on the couch. “That was evil.”
“Next time they want to screw someone they'll think twice about it.”
“Does Miss Johnson know that you use her terrible cooking for punishing teenagers?”
“I don't think she'll mind,” he says grinning. “She and the other ladies are in high spirits since you finally you moved in.”
“Finally?”
“They are really glad we're secure enough in our relationship that we didn't feel the need to hide it anymore.”
Days ago he'd be annoyed by the implications, but today Derek can't stop laughing. Hopefully being the the main topic during old ladies gossip parties is going to be his main problem for the close future.
“I feel bad when I have to tell them we're not actually together once your apartment is habitable again.”
“Well, we can't have that.” He was going to wait until he's completely healed. Whenever that may be. This body is so terribly fragile. “The shock would probably break their hearts. Literally.”
Jordan started flirting with him the moment they met. Probably. In the beginning Derek was a little distracted. Being accused of murder by a Japanese demon spirit does have that effect. But the moment Derek hints on taking him up on the possibility of dating he just looks confused.
“I can take you out to dinner sometimes.”
“Really?”
“Sure. I have my money back and I finally figured out what you are.” Jordan's face shows less enthusiasm than Derek expected. Maybe the flirting wasn't meant as serious as he thought. “Unless you don't want to.”
“Of course I do.” With a glance to Derek's side where he was shot he adds, “But let's wait until you can walk more than ten steps at a time.”
They settle in to watch one of those documentaries Jordan likes. Derek thinks they don't deserve to be called that – My life after the alien abduction Seriously? – but he won't judge Jordan's terrible taste in television.
“For the record, you didn't figure it out. You got kidnapped, I had to rescue you and then told you what I am.”