"Uh, just because the place is like this now, doesn't mean it'll be in the future - what if I want to come back? What if you want to come back? Though yeah, that doesn't really matter now," Stiles frowns briefly, looking up at the rafters.

That's not exactly true, the fact that Stiles had recognized Derek already meant he wouldn't have let this go; the mystery of it would have gnawed at him.

Well, that solves that problem, Stiles thinks. It's direct, and to the point, even if he felt like he should be rolling his eyes over it. "There's spirals linked together," he confirms, he doesn't really care for tattoos. "Does that fit with what you're calling a triskele?" Because he also remembers another shape, one that's more triangular, sharper.