He visibly relaxed when he saw his dad, though the sheriff standing that close to Derek was something he thought he'd never see...it was weird. "I'm ok," Stiles promised, knowing after losing his mom, his dad was probably going through hell with all this. "I mean I feel ok at least, I-" he stopped short, raising an eyebrow when Derek took his hand, wondering if the wolf was trying to get some sort of reading off of him. "You need something?" he asked, the warmth that had just been in his voice now gone. He tried to clear his throat, his voice sounding slightly different to him.