Even through the haze of pain, Derek can recognize what lurks in Alex's tone. He knows because he's heard it in his own voice, because he's already intimately acquainted already.

"It's not..."

Comfort isn't something Derek's good at. There's a pause as he wrestles himself into something less agonized, as he forces himself to uncurl. Newly healed flesh screams at the movement, but it's necessary. It has to happen.

"It'll be fine"