Stiles stops suddenly.
“Don’t move,” He says, panting. “You’re heavy and I have to look where we’re going.” Derek sways a little. “Oh god… I know you’re a mess right now, but try not moving!”
“Isn’t everything?” He hears himself ask.
“What?” And Stiles sounds like he genuinely has no idea what Derek is talking about, but he must be aware of it already. Derek is sure he knows.