"I can't fix you," Derek says simply, quietly. "You're the only one who can do that. I just meant if you need to talk about it, I'm here."

Stiles wants to laugh at the offer; he really does, but somehow the laugh turns into a a sob, and the next thing he knows, Derek has arms wrapped around him and is letting Stiles cry on his shoulder.

And for the first time since the fucking nogitsune took over his mind and his body, Stiles doesn't feel so alone.