"That's not your call to make," Derek said softly. "And I don't really believe you think that this...is the ideal." A brief look of frustration crossed the werewolf's face before he frowned. "I know I don't. I don't want to keep you locked away." He swallowed, because there was some part of him that did want exactly that, to have Stiles kept only for himself. "But not having you...that's not what I want either."