He tries to ignore the flutter in his belly that he always gets when Stiles refers to him as alpha. It took awhile for him to release that he wasn't teasing; he really does see him as one. It sort of blows his mind and appeals to the wolf in him in equal measure. Stiles is the best beta he's ever had, and he isn't even a wolf.

Derek's hands are dirty so he continues picking the chips out of Stiles' hand to avoid contaminating the bag, chewing slowly. He is ravenous, even after the rabbit. Okay, fine, rabbits. Also, Lydia is an idiot. Why wouldn't she want to be around Stiles? But then again, he didn't either, not until he really got to know him. What if the same happens with Lydia now that they're here?

"That torch you carry for her come over to Darrow with you?" He doesn't want Stiles pining over someone else while Derek pines for him, because that just would just another layer of drama to the soap opera that is their lives. But also, he doesn't want to see Stiles hurting. God, he's probably resort to playing matchmaker if it would keep him from feeling any pain. Then again, that would involve willingly talking to Lydia, so maybe not.

He can't help but to think back to his conversation with Castiel in the park. What happens when he finds someone else? The timing is almost too perfect and Derek can't help but to be wary, no matter what Stiles says.