"You at least knew what it was!" Stiles countered right back, his voice raising to match Derek's. "You didn't wake up alone after your first time wondering what the hell you did wrong only to notice a strange mark on your hand." Stiles stood tall and he wished he had clothes on because he wanted to be more intimidating.
"You could have talked to me. I know you heard me banging on the door every day, calling for you," Stiles said scowling at Derek. "But you only thought about your damn self. People are telling me that this is a blessing. This isn't a damn blessing. It's a nightmare."