"I know what I saw," Derek demands.
Stiles, proud of his part, doesn't show any emotion. "You do realize how ridiculous you sound, right? As in, it could never happen, and would never happen. I do trust you guys, you know."
He does. But this is a secret, keeping his cards firmly against his chest.
"And anyways," Stiles continues, pushing the line as hard as he can, "who's going to believe you?"
Derek crosses his arms over his chest. You're going to pretend like nothing happened," he says incredulously. "As if it will miraculously shut me up, right?"
Stiles yawns, making sure to fake it just so Derek will huff in annoyance. "God. I am tried. This has been so much fun, but I think I'm going to leave you to your conspiracy theories about me."
He walks over to the large metal door, but when he tries to open it, Derek grabs his shoulder.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Stilinski," Derek growls.
Stiles glances at Derek's hand, smiling up at him. He grips Derek's hand, feeling the bones and muscles under his palm, and Derek gasp in pain.
"See you later, Derek."
Just before Stiles leaves, he blinks once, flashing his red eyes at Derek before taking off.