Stiles curls into Derek at the end of Armageddon, buries his nose in his neck for a moment as he tries to fight back tears. It always gets him.
"I hope you know if there’s a meteor coming to earth, you have to stay right here with me."
"I promise," Derek says easily, switching channels to the news.
"I don’t know," Scott says in a shaky voice. "Maybe it’d be better to go up and see if you could…"
"No," Allison sobs, grabbing his arm, "I’d have to go with you."
"But, babe, it’d be too dangerous! I’d want to know you were safe until…"
"I’d want to go up and help," Lydia sniffs, wiping her eyes. "I just think it would be better to focus on something."
"Don’t," Erica wails, "I don’t want to talk about this!"
"Derek?" Stiles cranes his neck to look at him, bites his lip, "Would you…"
Derek shrugs, scratches his chin as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “I’d probably want to stay in bed with you and have sex until the last possible moment.”
"Nice," Scott drawls. "Super romantic."