"I would have noticed!" Derek grit out, his hands on Stiles' shoulders, keeping him pinned to the tree. "I notice you, Stiles. Especially when you're being an idiot. Like right now." He released him then, stepped away to shift back, his expression pained. "You ran from me," he said, the anger simmering beneath the hurt. "You ran from us. We just...we've just been through this, Stiles."