[ Considering Derek has seen Stiles make that face often enough in the past twenty-four hours, he knows that he's not going to be allowed to do it for very long. And, of course, Stiles draws his hand away from where it's settled, but at the very least he can still hear it. Still feel it in his palm, and it's half about making sure that Stiles isn't in as much pain as he was when he arrived and... well, half reassuring Derek that he's okay. Or, will be, anyways.
After sitting for a moment and leveling him with a look of vague skepticism, he rolls his shoulders and head to crack his neck, work out a little of the pain. It takes another second or two to actually focus enough to stop the connection, not particularly inclined to release his hand but knowing he can't keep going. ]
Not as bad as it was yesterday, at least. [ He squeezes his hand gently, comfort for both of them, minute as it is. ]
shhh shshsh.
After sitting for a moment and leveling him with a look of vague skepticism, he rolls his shoulders and head to crack his neck, work out a little of the pain. It takes another second or two to actually focus enough to stop the connection, not particularly inclined to release his hand but knowing he can't keep going. ]
Not as bad as it was yesterday, at least. [ He squeezes his hand gently, comfort for both of them, minute as it is. ]