after a particularly rough full moon, Derek wanted nothing more than to distance himself from everyone. obviously, you didn’t let him be completely alone and paid him a visit.

he was in a lot of pain as he laid on his back on his couch, many injuries that couldn’t heal just yet, even with his enhanced healing. so you decided to help.

Derek’s eyes stay on you the whole time until they drift to your cheekbone, a long cut along it from a claw, his claw. his gut dropped in shame but he couldn’t find it in his stubborn-self to apologize so he asks something different.

“was I scary?” he asked in a low gruff tone, as if he couldn’t care less about the answer, when in reality he was dying to know what you thought