"Derek, c’mon, stop filming me," Stiles says, looking over his shoulder and squinting into the sun.
"Because you’re home," Derek says quietly, smiling at Stiles from behind his camera. "You graduated and you’re home."
"Yeah," Stiles replies, stopping by the sliding glass doors and turning around; looking past the lens, Stiles grins at Derek, reaching out and tugging at his hand, drawing him closer. "I’m home."