That's not a look I've seen often from Thomas and I immediately feel a sinking weight of guilt. I duck my head against it, frowning down at my hands.

"It doesn't, I guess," I tell him before giving a shrug with one shoulder. "I just. I want to see you both happy. And I know Derek... He's told you about Stiles, right? And you look just like him." It's probably an unfair thing to put on someone and, if I'm perfectly honest, I wish so, so much that maybe I looked like Stiles so I might have a chance. But I don't and I never will and if I can't make Derek happy, then someone should.

But it doesn't have to be Thomas. Especially if it won't make Thomas happy. "Do you think you'll ever really be used to it?" I ask instead, still frowning and wringing my hands a little when I look up at him again. "To not dying, I mean."