Derek nodded, butted his forehead against Stiles, his hands lingering until the teenager pulled free. "You know where to find me," he added, again. He took a step back, because although he'd excused the boy from his chores, he would still need time to tidy the laundry room before he left.
He didn't want to go. He didn't want to turn and leave. But he did. He could only hope his conversation with Isaac would go better.