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Stiles visiting Derek’s workplace wasn’t unusual. The teary eyes, tie-dyed Grateful Dead T-shirt, Daisy Dukes and - were those Crocs?? - definitely were.
“Stiles, what happened?”
“I’d just stepped out of the shower, barely wrapped a towel round myself, when a firefighter burst in and dragged me outside. The whole house was ablaze. Faulty wiring, they think. The old hippies next door loaned me the clothes. I’m so sorry, Derek, it’s all gone. Everything you loved. Gone. Again. I’m so sorry.”
“Stiles,” Derek murmured, hands coming up to cup his husband’s face tenderly. “Everything I love is right here, safe and sound.”

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