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Stiles looks down, fiddling with his pen when the bell goes again and he’s startled when Derek sits down opposite him. “Go sit at that empty seat over there,” Derek looks up and tells the guy whose chair he just rudely stole. The guy looks down at Derek like he wants to argue but Derek stares him down (stares him up?) until the guy walks off muttering something about rules being there for a reason under his breath. “What the hell are you doing?” Stiles says incredulously. “Where did you even get those?” In the nine minutes they’ve been apart, Derek’s managed to acquire two wine glasses and an expensive looking bottle of red. Derek pours them both a drink. “This whole set up is awful,” Derek tells him pointedly, holding a glass out. “No it’s not. You’re not making the best of it,” Stiles frowns but he takes the glass that Derek’s offering him regardless. What? He’s rather into his red wine lately, he’s not about to cut off his nose to spite his Derek. His face. He means his face.