Derek had rolled his eyes at the response but it was good enough. When he'd shared the poem with him, Derek waited while he read it. He didn't know why he felt like he needed to know how Stiles felt about it, but it was one that had hit him in an odd way and he wanted to know what Stiles thought. He heard his heart do those strange things and Derek considered that good enough of a response. Anything that made someone's heart do that was a good thing.
He could feel the odd emotions coming off the teenager and Derek watched his face, nodding a little as he took the book back. "That poem is long, and kind of dark in parts, but the ending is my favourite part of it." It was like reading someone's whirlwind romance, with all the dark, crappy things that happened in the real world, and the fear and horror that came with real love, and eventually finding the way to the end where it was something indescribable. Derek didn't think he'd ever felt love like that, nor did he think he ever would. Paige was puppy love, first love, Kate was blind lust, and Jennifer was deception. Everyone else in between had been ways to kill time and to block out grief.
Stiles asked if he could borrow it and Derek nodded more softly. "I've finished it a few times, you can borrow it now, if you want." He offered the book back, tilting his head. "I should probably finish one of the books I haven't yet," he added, glancing towards the table with a collection of books on it. A few more were stacked near the bed too.