Derek takes the hand and draws out the pain, but doesn't let Stiles take his hand back. Instead, he threads their fingers together and smile.

He used to be so good at this, smooth even, and he was trying desperately to get that back. Perhaps it was knowing that he could have something real with Stiles that had him so nervous and tentative.

"So, what would your dad think if I showed up at the front door and told him I was here to take you out on a date?" he teases, brushing his thumb over the back of Stiles hand.