Stiles' words were like a pleasant incomprehensible babble, and easy to tune out. Derek still got the gist from the boy's tone, and sighed, heavily.
His body needed to heal. Fast. But did he even deserve to heal? He'd killed his family. And now he was inflicting more misery on a human who didn't deserve it. All for what? To be complicit in a system he didn't even believe in? Couldn't believe in after what had happened to Isaac?