Derek just nods along, listening to his heartbeat the whole time. He's not lying, but he's not exactly sure of himself. "Out of sight, out of mind." The next chip Derek swallows goes down like wet cement and he rubs his hands on his dirty jeans. "She isn't out of sight anymore."

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it in the general direction of the bathroom, looking down at the dirt smeared across his chest. How did he get so dirty? Did he lose himself that much? God, all he wants in the world is to take a shower and curl up with Stiles, to hold him and make sure he's still Derek's. But is he, really?

He sighs and looks over at Stiles, trying to keep the emotion off of his face.