"One of us should have family here. Or the closest thing to it." He smiles, now, stepping up further into her space and putting his hands on her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her forehead before stepping away again. "I'm sure I'll learn to live with it. Somehow." Stiles, unbelievably, came to grow on him, so why not Carlos.

He seems suddenly recovered from the whole meeting, perking up, and Isaac, not surprisingly, looks incredibly interested.

"I'll help," Isaac offers, flashing one of his puppy smiles, and eagerly rushing off ahead of them, heading back up to the loft.

Derek watches Isaac go and rolls his eyes. "I'll have to remember to use that whenever I want to get rid of him for a while."