Emergency Contact

"You're awake." And there a million questions in Stiles' eyes, a million theories shooting from his mind, dexterous and reaching, searching, just the same way his fingers found Derek's blanket, just shy of any contact.After all, it's been years. Stiles' face had matured, there was even a new mole, though Derek could count all the old. He held himself strongly, confidently and curiously calmer than before. Not a glitching, zapping force, but a steady thrumming charge. Powerful. Trained. Not just a spark, but a solid fire. A sun. Derek swallowed and rasped, "What are you doing here?"