Unsurprising. [ It feels like something just breaks when Derek moves in closer to him--whatever tension that had been there feels less like walking on eggshells and more like a steady, common ground. Stiles' shoulders slump just a little with the bump, enough that some of the stress leaks out of him, and he snorts quietly, watching his breath fog up the air for a second before turning his head down and looking at Derek out from under his brow.

How is he supposed to say this? This is where it's hard. He and Derek don't deal well in feelings--it took three months for Stiles to even really admit that they'd become friends. It's not like with Lydia, where he could sit down and talk about how much he loved her for hours. Stiles isn't the best at emotions, he's not Scott, and Derek brings up a lot of Emotions that he doesn't really know how to handle.

It's like trying to find the light switch in a crowded basement, but he'll sure as hell try to turn it on, stubbing his toe on every single thing along the way. ] I...I'm sorry, dude.

[ That's a start, right? ] For like--everything. You know, I literally think that's the first time I've ever said that to you. [ A humorless laugh chuffs out of him as he goes right back and ruins everything he's said, but it's true. ]