the prospect of layoffs are worrying, and the fear of not being able to pay rent is constant, but other than that background anxiety in derek's chest, the time off has actually been pretty good. less customers means more time for derek to goof off, in whatever way derek knows how. he spends a lot of time looking at cars and wishing they were his, he spends twice as much time dodging questions about stiles from his nosy boss who has fixated on their relationship - he's the only thing you talk about, Hale, if you want to talk about something else, give me something to fucking work with - but.
a lot of the time - most of the time, honestly - derek hangs out somewhere private and secreted away, scrolling through his texts and reading old conversations he had with stiles in the middle of the night, texting stupid questions at each other when they could just talk. he's been made fun of a few times for looking so tough at the best of times and mooning like an idiot when he's with his phone, but. it's been nice.
he's in the process of going through an old, stupid log with stiles about what weapon derek would use if he didn't have claws (he had said lightsaber, because he kind of wanted stiles to blow him, but then they got in an argument about dual-wielding them and derek went to sleep angry), smiling fond and distant, when the little speech bubble indicating that stiles is typing pops up on the corner of his screen.
the smile fades pretty fast. derek answers immediately, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, tapping at his phone with both thumbs. ]
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the prospect of layoffs are worrying, and the fear of not being able to pay rent is constant, but other than that background anxiety in derek's chest, the time off has actually been pretty good. less customers means more time for derek to goof off, in whatever way derek knows how. he spends a lot of time looking at cars and wishing they were his, he spends twice as much time dodging questions about stiles from his nosy boss who has fixated on their relationship - he's the only thing you talk about, Hale, if you want to talk about something else, give me something to fucking work with - but.
a lot of the time - most of the time, honestly - derek hangs out somewhere private and secreted away, scrolling through his texts and reading old conversations he had with stiles in the middle of the night, texting stupid questions at each other when they could just talk. he's been made fun of a few times for looking so tough at the best of times and mooning like an idiot when he's with his phone, but. it's been nice.
he's in the process of going through an old, stupid log with stiles about what weapon derek would use if he didn't have claws (he had said lightsaber, because he kind of wanted stiles to blow him, but then they got in an argument about dual-wielding them and derek went to sleep angry), smiling fond and distant, when the little speech bubble indicating that stiles is typing pops up on the corner of his screen.
the smile fades pretty fast. derek answers immediately, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, tapping at his phone with both thumbs. ]
What? Why?
[ are you okay goes unspoken. ]