Derek had discovered, it would surprise you how many ways Stiles brazenly showed what he was capable of every day. It would surprise you how time after time his skills and knowledge went unnoticed, despite how often he showed him just what he could do. It was in the things he said and the way he said them: his sarcasm dripping and wit honed by practice and cheekiness, his mind overflowing with everything he could tell you at any given moment. Derek had found out for everyone Stiles seemed to ramble, despite all the seemingly unimportant things he seemed to spew out to the whole world, he actually never had a moment without something important to say. It was in the way he walked, how he planned each step, no matter how wildly and randomly placed they may seem. The way he could know so much, yet never seem to know anything because he would forget it until it became important, having so many other things he had to think about at any given time. But most of all, it was in his touch. Front light, and airy, and so very lost: legs spread and fingers gripping the fabric tightly as Stiles showed him exactly...