Derek listened to Stiles recite a piece of one of the poems to him, and he felt his heart quicken just a little. It was a book that was full of emotions that drove Derek insane to read and read again, and some of them he knew by heart. This was one of them. He watched Stiles glance at him and met his gaze, then took a small breath before he spoke, to respond to the piece he'd read aloud, but he couldn't help just answering it with the next few lines.
"The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We've read the back of the book, we know what's going to happen. The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. And then's it's gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all in Heaven."
He nodded just faintly, sighing softly. "It's a good one. Sadder than most of them, I think, but good." He watched Stiles flip back through the book to find the poem he'd mentioned and he watched him while he read it, taking slow sips of the bottle of water in his hand. Stiles looked at him, and Derek was unsettled by the intensity in his gaze. Stiles spoke, voice rough as he managed those two words, and Derek nodded, gaze dropping to the floor where his feet were, toes inside socks rubbing against the cold floor.
"Most of the book is pretty dark in places, but I think it's an interesting coming of age kind of story, even if they're all separate poems. It's like watching the author learn how messy and dangerous the real world is." He thumbed at the bottle and took a small breath as he lifted his head. "I'm pretty sure this is one of the most surreal moments of my life. Sitting talking about Siken with you." He huffed a faint amused noise, almost a laugh, and shook his head. "I don't mean that in a bad way. We've just had our... moments, where we've both been pretty big dicks to each other."