Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
"Good," Derek said, approvingly, his hands lightly kneading Stiles' hips as he nosed beneath the teenager's chin, inhaling his scent. "You've been good this week. If things continue...next week you'll have your freedom again. But that's contingent on a few things. Like you eating. And sleeping without nightmares. And socializing with people other than me and Allison. Understood?"