Derek lets out a soft growl when Stiles rubs a his hair, butting his head up against his hand as he sprawls loosely across Stiles' lap. He's open and affectionate, still tethered a bit to his wolf. "I'm not by myself now."

He cracks his eyes open and looks up at him almost shyly, fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt. "I'm - it's good that you're here."