"Yeah." Derek looks over at him curiously, brows knitted and mouth drawn down into a slight frown. He isn't one to talk about his problems for various reasons. He's a stubborn bastard, no one would understand, or mainly because there's just no one willing to listen.

Dean might listen if Derek talked about what he feels for Stiles, or he might groan or laugh in his face. Derek doesn't have much experience in this area at all. Sure, he discovered that he liked guys years ago, back in New York, and if circumstances were different, he might have even taken a run at Dean by now, but this isn't the same. It's so much more than that.

"We have a lot in common," he finally says. "Similar... tastes."