"Show me?" Thomas repeated, swallowing thickly. He wanted to believe Derek, wanted to think he had no idea who WICKED was but that suspicion had snaked its way around his spine, squeezing until Thomas bent over, hands on his knees.

"I -- " He didn't know what to say to that offer. He wanted to see. He did. But he didn't. There were so many questions rattling around his head. "You...all right."

He needed to see. Derek had trusted him with his secret so Thomas wasn't going to run. He'd listen, he'd see and then he'd decide. "Show me," he requested quietly.