Derek scowls at Stiles before taking a deep breath and letting it out. He knew Stiles was right, but Derek still felt the guilt of not being there, something that stemmed from not being there for his family either. But that was his issue, not Stiles's, so he forced himself to relax.

"Yeah, okay," he sighs, sitting beside Stiles on the bed, watching him for signs of discomfort or pain.

"At least it's dead now," he says, leaning back against the headboard. "And that Theo kid is gone." Which saved Derek from having to kill the little bastard himself. "Maybe things will quiet down for a little bit."

Then he heard what he just said and snorted. "Or not."