Instinct is probably the best way to describe the way Derek's acting right then, although he hasn't actually recognized it as such. To Derek, he's just being cautious. He's still battling between real and not real and it hasn't actually occurred to him that half the reason he's so vigilant right now is because those glitches are real and he's used to having to run and used to being hunted. Not that they're officially being hunted down right now, but one never really knows, after all, do they?
Derek gives a little shrug that says he's not entirely sure he feels comfortable agreeing with the verbal sentiment, even in jest, but he does grab the door with one hand just over Stiles's head, to hold it open once Stiles pulls on the bar. It's spacious as hell, he realizes, and he's not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. The space would suggest that they might use it for storage, but that it isn't quite finished. That means that they probably have some time. The downside, though, is that there's a lot of space, which would suggest there might end up being an echo if they're not careful to keep their voices especially low.
A huff of a laugh escapes him and sarcasm...yeah, Stiles is sarcastic; he remembers that, too. "Right? Very stylish." It almost reminds him of the train depot, but he doesn't say so because he isn't sure he should. Even if he buys into the fact that the glitches are real — and he's starting to — there's still the fact that...well. Not all of them necessarily will be, right? And he doesn't want to muddy the waters of Stiles explaining what he knows by throwing out memories that might truly be glitches mixed up within the reality settled in the back of his mind.
He lifts his chin to scent the room and stops halfway through his inhale, frowning. He can't small anything except that nasty tang of metal and dust. This is really, really annoying.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that, actually," he agrees. "Maybe..." he starts to suggest before moving further into the room, scratching at his stubble. "...maybe we start with something that either seems too weirdly specific not to be real or something that would be significant to both of us." Not that there are a whole lot of instances of that to choose from, he realizes, because he and Stiles weren't ever close. He can't remember why, just then, because it's buried deep within all the extra stuff he's got to sort through, but he's hoping for some clarity along the way. That's the whole point of this, after all.
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Derek gives a little shrug that says he's not entirely sure he feels comfortable agreeing with the verbal sentiment, even in jest, but he does grab the door with one hand just over Stiles's head, to hold it open once Stiles pulls on the bar. It's spacious as hell, he realizes, and he's not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. The space would suggest that they might use it for storage, but that it isn't quite finished. That means that they probably have some time. The downside, though, is that there's a lot of space, which would suggest there might end up being an echo if they're not careful to keep their voices especially low.
A huff of a laugh escapes him and sarcasm...yeah, Stiles is sarcastic; he remembers that, too. "Right? Very stylish." It almost reminds him of the train depot, but he doesn't say so because he isn't sure he should. Even if he buys into the fact that the glitches are real — and he's starting to — there's still the fact that...well. Not all of them necessarily will be, right? And he doesn't want to muddy the waters of Stiles explaining what he knows by throwing out memories that might truly be glitches mixed up within the reality settled in the back of his mind.
He lifts his chin to scent the room and stops halfway through his inhale, frowning. He can't small anything except that nasty tang of metal and dust. This is really, really annoying.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that, actually," he agrees. "Maybe..." he starts to suggest before moving further into the room, scratching at his stubble. "...maybe we start with something that either seems too weirdly specific not to be real or something that would be significant to both of us." Not that there are a whole lot of instances of that to choose from, he realizes, because he and Stiles weren't ever close. He can't remember why, just then, because it's buried deep within all the extra stuff he's got to sort through, but he's hoping for some clarity along the way. That's the whole point of this, after all.