[ Stupid question. Derek's hand stops smoothing down Tate's arm just for a second, then picks right back up. He's trying pretty fucking hard to stay calm and secure and reliable, but there's a tentative softness in what he says. ]

I want you to stay here every night.

[ And he gets why he can't, just like he gets that there's the comfortable isolation he's found with Stiles that he doesn't want to lose - but he wants everything, he wants it all. He wants everyone important to him locked away under one roof, where it's safe. Where he can keep them safe. ]

Do you... want to tell me about Violet? Maybe talk about the things she likes, or - what you did on dates. We don't have to talk about her, but.