It's hard to look at Thomas and not see Stiles, at least a little. Derek knows that it isn't fair to Thomas and he does feel guilty about it, but deep down he knows that it isn't the only reason he looks.

"Probably," Derek says with a laugh, pulling himself to his feet and going back over to the big, flat rock where he left his clothes. It's big enough for them both to lay on it, and nice and warm from the sun beating down onto it. Derek gracefully hops the few feet up onto it and turns to hold out his hand to help Thomas up. "I'm talking the full breakfast works, here. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon. Coffee and orange juice. Hashbrowns. All of it."