“Derek... --- I... I need you.” A single tear rolls over his cheek as he slowly dares to lift his gaze, looking at the former alpha in front of him, giving him exactly what he needs: Stiles Stilinski, broken and in pieces, with tears streaming down his face, begging for Derek. His help. His support. His love. “P...please.” His voice breaks, shoulders hunched and hands shaking. Oh, he’s enjoying this. He remembers how easy it had been to fool Melisa. A single tear and she was ready to give him the world. How easy would it be to fool Derek and his senses? Would he CARE enough? Either way, the nogitsune was enjoying it with Stiles somewhere in the corner of his mind, forced to watch the outcome as he begged the dark fox spirit to stop and leave Beacon Hills.