Ain't Afraid Of Him ('Cause I'm A Fool For Love)

“I heard that, Hale.” Stiles says from his place at Derek’s desk, still not looking away from the computer screen.

“I didn't say anything!” Derek defends himself. “Yes, but you were thinking something negative toward me. I felt it, right in the hole in my chest where my heart used to be before I sacrificed it to the science gods to pass the godawful midterm for my godawful molecular genetics class.” “And whose fault is that?” Derek grumbles, picking up the cup of coffee Stiles periodically takes sips out of. It smells dark and rich, and he doesn't hesitate to take a sip of the lukewarm mixture. “I’m gonna go ahead and blame Stanford, because the alternative is blaming myself. And I think if I fill myself with any more self loathing than I already have I’ll actually explode.”  Alternatively, 5 times Derek says "it's a date," and one time Stiles realizes he's being serious.