Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
Derek held on tightly to Stiles, one hand moving to lightly rub his back through his shirt, soothingly. "You're not alone," he assured him, meaning not only that Stiles needed to share things with Derek sooner, but also that he knew from experience what it felt like to be haunted by bad dreams. He'd been wracked by nightmares before himself, as was Isaac. It was because of his own struggle that he knew there were things they could try. "You should remember that," he added.