[ The nuance of raw grief, so familiar to him, permeating that soft, low voice shakes him. Before he can overthink it, he reaches over the console wordlessly and grasps Derek’s shoulder. A gesture of solidarity, the physical contact light and easily shaken off should the man reject it. But Stiles does not retract his hand, not yet. While he hesitates to offer comfort unbidden, the depth of what Derek has lost is only just dawning on him. It merits action of some kind, and this is all he can give at the time being. ]
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