[Whatever you can call this now - he still doesn't know if he holds a candle to what Derek had with Stiles, but he still hopes for that kind of devotion. He still has such an empty chest, wanting to leech warmth and affection out of any source. Derek's doing good to feed him it, but will it ever sate him the way it should? He doesn't know. He just knows that he needs to keep a hold of this and never, ever let it go. He'll do whatever it takes to protect this feeling.]
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What we are.
[Whatever you can call this now - he still doesn't know if he holds a candle to what Derek had with Stiles, but he still hopes for that kind of devotion. He still has such an empty chest, wanting to leech warmth and affection out of any source. Derek's doing good to feed him it, but will it ever sate him the way it should? He doesn't know. He just knows that he needs to keep a hold of this and never, ever let it go. He'll do whatever it takes to protect this feeling.]
I love you
dickface.