Stiles peers at Derek from behind his glasses, and grimaces, winces a little, because, yeah, he wasn't particularly pleased about his life being in peril. "Bleed through?" he suggests. "You saved my life a couple times there too, even if you don't remember it."
He pushes rice around his plate, licks his lips. "I don't want you to think I'm not grateful. I am. I guess I owe you a couple more gift cards."