"Look around. Art. You know, it seems to me there’s so much more to the world than the average eye’s allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamed of."
"We can’t do this anymore, Stiles,” Derek won’t meet his eyes when Stiles arrives at the loft. They’ve only been dating eight months, out only to Scott and Lydia, but Stiles is beginning to think that his dad suspects that something is going on. “Everyone I care about ends up dead.”
“Do you really think I care about that?” Stiles asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “After everything we’ve been through? I know you and Scott can protect me; that I can protect myself.”
“I don’t want to walk into my apartment one day and find you dead just because I love you. I won’t risk that.”
“It’s okay to want something for yourself once in a while. It’s okay to want something good for yourself for once, Derek. You can’t protect me from everything,” Stiles steps forward, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a small smile. “You love me?”
Derek hangs his head in defeat, huffing out a laugh, knowing Stiles has already won this particular argument, “Yeah. I love you.”