Thomas's questions wanted to fly out of him. He wanted to pepper Derek with inquiries about the hows and whys and whats that he knew Derek would both tolerate and then answer.

But, he saved those questions for later. Even if Derek could answer in his current form, Thomas found that he didn't want to break the strange quiet that had enveloped the two of them. It was easier not to think too much about this, to inhale deeply and push down any lingering feelings of suspicion and paranoia that this was all a WICKED machination.

He closed his eyes and let himself feel. The fur was softer than he would have expected and Thomas curled his fingers against the soft hair, scratching Derek's head and then stepping closer to move his fingers down his neck. He could feel the strength there and knew that, if someone crossed Derek in this form, they'd regret it.