“Hey, no reason for that sad look. I know I am pack and family. I even got the brand to prove it.” Stiles look was a proud one as he smiled up at Derek to try and cheer up his Master. Which was definitely a change from when he got the brand. Stiles’ smile grew into a grin when he remembered calling out for Derek when they were about to brand him. He had clearly been drawn to the werewolf before he even wanted to admit it. He took Derek’s hand and pressed it to his hip where the Hale triskel would be forever scarred there.
“And Isaac would be impossible to resent. He is such a puppy,” Stiles shook his head and leaned in to brush his nose against Derek’s, “and I don’t resent you or Allison. I told you I have come to accept it. And don’t think I haven’t notice you avoiding or changing the topic from you admitting that you are attached to Allison.”