Stiles goes pale, and slides the coin against the desk top with a finger, agitatedly. "I hope not," he says, softly.
He swallows, then glances up at Derek. "You deserve to be happy. I don't know you...I mean, other!you--but you don't seem like you're very happy there."
It's too much. Too intimate. Too weird. Way to be socially awkward, Stiles.
He pulls back, jerks his head towards the door. "I--I should go."