[ Derek's stomach tightens. Not because of anything they're talking about, just - permanent contracts remind him of Stiles, and he's still not at the point where thinking about Stiles doesn't hurt. The feeling only lasts for a second, but a second's all it takes for him to get kinda annoyed. ]

How about instead of making assumptions you just... listen, for a second? Like a good boy.

[ He's - oh, he's so close to just reaching his hand out and covering Nick's mouth to stop him from talking. He's so close. He doesn't, though, because he knows that being his usual dickheaded self isn't the best way to go about this. His fingers twitch at his side, but that's it. Reelin' it in. ]

I don't want to sign a contract with him. You're good for him. Last thing I want to do is interfere with that.