Stiles winces again and ducks his head, swallows another sip of water.
"Thanks," he says, again.
He steals another glance at Derek and purses his lips. "This is not exactly what I had in mind when I invited you over to hang out," he confesses, and hopes that it lessens the awkward a little. "And uh...not the other thing either. The before thing." He makes a complicated, dismissive hand gesture, and then tilts his head back, swallowing.
"Well...maybe a little of that," he admits, because he's not delirious per se, but he's not entirely in control of his brain-to-mouth filter either. "That would've been a much better way for you to see me naked," he complains, because of course this is his life.