Derek took the bottle of whisky he took, and took another big sip.

- What if i don't know who i am? What if i'm just a big sourwolf, and nothing more? -

Stiles stopped walking, and took Derek's hand.

He was surprised, and shocked. Stiles was in front of him, looking much shorter than Derek.

- You are more than that-

Derek was holding Stiles hands. He was embarassed, but he didn't blench.

- You are a great guy who cares about people. You are smart, you have a big heart, and i'm sure you would be really funny if you just tried to. When i first knew you i thought " who is this asshole killer, we have to get rid of him ASAP". But after a while, i begun appreciating you. And it doesn't matter if you don't believe you are all these stuff, because i do believe it-

Derek was like paralyzed. He listened carefully at Stiles, and he didn't know how to feel. But he did know that the physical contact with him was very nice.

- I don't know what to say- he answered, getting a little closer to Stiles.

He smiled, and left Derek hand to drink, and he went a little back.

-You don't have to say anything. Just drink! -

Derek smiled, and without saying a word hugged Stiles in front.

He put his hairy arms around him, and he tightened the grip a lot.

Then, after a few seconds, he left him all of a sudden, and said entusiasticly.

- Now, let's go and piss in public, FRIEND-

Stiles was surprised.

- FRIEND? Are you serious?-

Derek threw a challenging glance at Stiles, as if he was partially joking.

- Half friend, half pussy. This way is more realistic!-

Stiles made a strange smile, and threw him a little punch on his arm.