Derek doesn’t know when he fell in love with Stiles. Between their fights, the life threats and the long days of research, something happened. Something that he didn’t realize it would ever happen again. Not to him. He doesn’t remember the first thing he felt when he saved Stiles for the first time. He doesn’t remember the first time he defended Stiles even when he wasn’t around. He doesn’t remember the first time he started to seek his company. He doesn’t remember when Stiles turned his crappy life into something worth living for. He doesn’t remember when, how and why. But he does remember how he felt every time Stiles saved him. He remembers the first time Stiles made him laugh. He remembers his misery the first time Stiles made him sad. He remembers why Stiles touched his shoulder to comfort him. He remembers feeling jealous of seeing Stiles with Lydia. He remembers when, how and why they met; but only now it feels like he’s returning home. (x)
& that is who we are.
Stiles holding Derek while wolfed out.