"I don't think, I know." Stiles said, sinking down to sit on the floor, legs crossed, uncharacteristically still. "Whatever bullshit you were spouting before." he clarified.

Derek's ears perked towards him, and he cautiously slunk forwards on his belly when Stiles only met his eyes without flinching.

Not that Stiles ever flinched, even when he should run, Derek thought darkly, then jerked with surprise as long, clever fingers smoothed over his head and scritched lightly behind his ear. "You're my friend, whether you like it or not, and you're a good man." Stiles said firmly, his hand resting lightly on Derek's fur.

Derek stared at him, not quite able to wrap his head around the conviction - the trust - Stiles had in him.

"I mean, who's a good boy feels more appropriate right now," Stiles added with a crooked smirk, "but I imagine you might have to hurt me for that one."