Re: 15th
Derek grinned, letting himself be pushed away as he licked his lips. "Not gross to a wolf," he said, grabbing his discarded towel and shoving it into Stiles' hands. "Come on," he said as he grabbed Stiles' towel from the floor. "I'll take you to the shower." He felt good, relaxed - maybe 'easygoing' would be too far, but this was as close as Derek had felt in a while. A long while - a decade long, maybe. He opened the door and led Stiles out; it was impossible to imagine trusting Stiles to do this on his own and not try to escape.