Derek shrugged. "I'm getting the feeling that you overthink things," he said, mildly, lifting his free hand to comb his fingers through Stiles' hair. "And you filter too much. You need to let it out. Just...word vomit. At least now I know what questions you have."
He nosed at Stiles' ear, lightly nipped at his earlobe. "So. We can do this here, or you can finish up--quickly--and I'll meet you upstairs."