Derek was weighed down with all the guilt from the tragic deaths of his family, leaving him with only a comatose uncle and a sister who no one has ever actually met and might actually just be him in a wig in order to handle the trauma...

Oh, and playing Werewolf Monopoly with Jack yesterday. Vigorous, vigorous Werewolf Monopoly.

"Stiles." That was totally an epic intro. Oh wait, he hadn't opened the door yet. His bad. Derek steeled himself for another night of cuddling his fiancé's nubile young body and knocked on the door.