[ stiles' eyes follow him the entire way to the box, because he's kind of curious, and he looses his fingers from derek's to take it from him, adjusting long legs onto the bed and starting to pull it open.

the sight of a cake makes his mouth drop a little open for a second before he grins, rolls his head back in an eyeroll, but it's 100% good natured. ] --Dude, no, oh my god. It's my birthday.

[ of course he knew. entirely too touched and trying too hard not to show it, stiles' grin doubles in size and he holds the cake up to sniff it. ] Chocolate? Man--you totally brought forks, right? I'm gonna smash my face in it otherwise.

[ have yourself one (1) pleased, exhausted and still sick, but so happy stiles. ]