"Oh yeah, no rush at all." Because life or death is really no 'rush'. Stiles snorts, waving it off, "It's fine, really. I should check on the guy anyways." It's an excuse, really; he doesn't like talking to Alan that much, but he will over this. Besides, he will have to give Alan time to read the stuff anyways, so he'll get a break while that happens.

Reaching the edge of the campus, he sighs glancing over at Derek. "So uh...I guess I'll see you?" He knows they have to part ways, now, but it just feels wrong, somehow. Giving Derek another quick look, he smiles weakly, "I'm--I'm glad you came back." He's already expressed that, but feels like he should again. Because he is, as selfish as that sentiment is.