“I need you to stay alive,” Derek starts. “Are you listening? I need you to stay alive, Stiles. Because I need you. Because—“ Derek takes a deep breath. “I’m not good at this,” he gestures between them. “And it’s fine if you want me to leave, I’ll—“
“Say it,” Stiles begs. He genuinely begs with all the strength he has left. Even when he doesn’t know what he’s asking for. He just knows that there is something. There needs to be something to explain— this. To explain them.
Derek looks at him. He knows that look. That’s the look that makes him fall every time. The vulnerability in those hazel eyes that makes his skin crawl with desire to move forward and just— hold him. The look that makes the room shrink around them. The look that makes his stomach burn, his breath deeper and faster.
“Please,” he pleads again.