"I remember all my life, raining down as cold as ice," he sings through gritted teeth, staring up at the dark glass. "A shadow of a man, a face through a window, crying in the night, the night goes into--"

The window opens. "What are you doing?" comes Stiles' strangled voice.

"--morning just another day," Derek soldiers on. "Happy people pass my way. Looking in their eyes--"

"What is this!"

"--I see a memory, I never realized, how happy you made me, oh Stiles--"

"Oh, God," Stiles says. He's leaning out his window with his hand covering his face. "Why, why is this happening to me?"

"Oh, Stiles," Derek sings, not to be deterred. He hears doors opening along the street and senses other pairs of eyes watching the spectacle. "You came and you gave without taking, but I sent you away, oh, Stiles--"