"Take what away? I have nothing," Stiles said still angry, frustrated, and hurt. "I have the clothes on my back and that is it. And if you want them fine." Stiles pushed Derek even more so he could sit up and pull off the shirt he was wearing. He then threw it at Derek.
"And you came here concerned for me? You were accusing me of something the moment you walked in the door! You weren't concerned about me. You were concerned whether I am still yours or not!"