Stiles' words were so gentle and kind. Scott was proud of him being able to respect that this was Derek, it wasn't some doppelgänger, but also that he could honour the fact it was a very different Derek. Where adult Derek wouldn't let anyone in, furiously worked to make sure he didn't really need to rely on anyone else emotionally, this one needed comfort and reassurance. He needed to know it was okay to be upset and to grieve, and that he wasn't alone. Stiles nailed it and Scott met his gaze briefly with a proud nod.

"If you have any questions, we'll answer them the best we can. Or even if the answer sucks, we'll still try. It might be hard to sleep, but mom always tells me that when things are tough, to try to rest as much as you can because stress and emotional upheaval takes more energy than people realise. But Stiles is right, man. You're not on your own by a long shot. We're not your family, we can't even come close to being a good substitute. But we're your pack, and we have got your back with this. If you want to cry, it's cool. Trust me, we've all done a lot of that lately," he said with a sigh.