A single tear broke from Isaac's eye, and curled down his cheek. He had come to terms with the understanding that Derek would never want him in this way, and to hear such words of acceptance was nearly unbelievable.
"Thank you, Master," he whispered, burying himself in Derek's arms. It felt like a weight had been lifted from him, and he could speak more freely now.
"I thought perhaps it was because of, your other one," he said, not quite bringing himself to say Stiles' name. "That maybe you just needed me, while he is gone."