Stiles: Derek put me down!
Derek: How about no?
Stiles: Derek! For the love of—- put me down now, or I swear I’m going to end you! To your end!
Derek: I turn my back for five minutes and you manage to get yourself possessed by a Japanese fox demon and mated to a coyote. Don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight any time soon.
Nogistiles, on the other hand, doesn’t mind being carried *quite* as much.