Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
Stiles leaned into Derek when the werewolf wrapped his arm around his shoulders but his smile faded a little when Derek spoke about his eating habit. Stiles wanted to tense or wince but that would just give him away. "No, you don't need to get Heather involved. I'm fine, really," Stiles said trying to reassure his Master, "I was just waiting for all of the wolves to stop eating. I don't have to run tonight, remember?" But Derek was right about Stiles' eating habits, he didn't eat a lot lately, and it had just gotten worse when he was stuck in his room alone.