Derek was frustrated when Stiles decided not to take his hand, and he set it on top of the boy's head instead, carding through his hair, because at least the boy had come close. It was a slippery slope, he supposed, making allowances, but he would be careful.
"I don't care about your past," he said, honestly. He only cared about who Stiles was now, when he was with Derek. Because he was Derek's.