Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
Derek lifted Stiles' chin with his fingers to force his gaze back up. "I know you don't have control over your dreams," he said, patiently, gently. "But there are still things we can try to deal with them--some medical, some environmental, even some magical--and I expect you to make an effort. You're not going to suffer any longer," he growled.