"I'm not sure where to even start." God, Derek sounds so fucking resigned. Stiles needed to get on this shit now. "How about with why you look like you haven't slept a wink in a week at least" Stiles sighs. Without moving from his position, sitting on Stiles bed, elbows on his knees, hands on his face, Derek says, "Because I haven't." Again, so fucking resigned. It hurts Stiles to see him like this and not know what to do to help, to not know anything really.