For a moment, he regrets saying anything at all. He's getting better at differentiating between Derek's fifty-seven flavors of stoic, and the mention of Erica can't do anything but cut. He's not good with people, definitely not all that great an alpha, but at the things that matter? That, Derek's got. He worries about his people, his pack. He goes to any lengths to protect them. Stiles is proof of that.

But he can't not say it. And after what happened with the fairies, or at least everything else leading up to the part where he royally boned it? He thinks maybe...well, maybe he can do something with this, too. Maybe they can find the alpha pack. Maybe they can find Erica and Boyd and then make the alpha pack leave. He isn't sure. All he knows is he's tired of there being a body count every semester. And that Derek came for him.

Rolling over again, Stiles curls into a sitting position facing Derek, legs crossed and hands tangled in his lap. "Humor me for a sec. Where have you looked for them so far, and how have you looked?" He's assuming Derek just hit the usual spots: school, preserve, the depot, maybe the bus station, and probably all just by smell. He has to be sure, first.