Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
Derek grunted at Stiles' comment and pulled back. "You and Isaac should talk." He didn't know if they'd talked since he'd caught them together, and so much had happened since then. "And you should eat at least another plate," he said, pointedly. He pressed his lips against the teenager's hairline again and sighed. "I probably won't be back until the moon sets in the early morning, but I'll check on you before I go sleep." And if the nightmares troubled him, he could take Stiles to bed with himself and Isaac. For sleep, this time.