[ the cat's avoided him all day, since he snapped at her. stiles has tried coaxing her closer with treats, he's tried talking into the empty den, apologizing to her as if she'd understand, he's tried putting more food out for her without derek around. he's brought out the laser pointer, and he's uselessly flicked her little plastic mouse across the living room floor.
she's spent most of the day hiding under furniture, or leaving whatever room she happens to be in, when stiles eventually finds her. he gives up, after about an hour or so, and just takes another shower instead. the water on the back of his neck feels nice, helps kind of ease some of the tension and anxiety he's been holding over lashing out at derek and scaring their cat, both for no reason other than his childish frustration.
stiles is reading, when derek comes home. he's seated in the middle of their bed, legs crossed and folded underneath him, and he's got one of rosalind's book in his lap, from her library that he and derek transplanted into their own home after she left. he hasn't really been able to focus, so he's had to go back and reread several passages several times to comprehend them before moving on. stiles hears the door unlock and he hears it slide open and he hears it slide closed, but he doesn't get up or call out to derek like he typically would.
he does look up when derek appears in the doorway though, the sound of his voice pulling his attention just as much as the soft rustle of the plastic bag hanging from his fingers. he only glances at it briefly, closing the book in his lap around his thumb. ]
... Hey.
[ stiles' brows pinch subtly - derek's home earlier than he expected. he'd had plans to make something for dinner, probably as an apology for snapping at him, but he'd also expected to have more time. stiles just looks at him for a moment, and decides not to say anything about it. he doesn't want to argue about money, or about - anything, really.
he bites at the inside of his cheek, his mouth twisting a little guiltily. ]
Cat's not talking to me anymore.
[ ignoring him. steering clear, whatever. it counts as not talking to him. ]
... I was mean to her, too. Now's your chance to convince her to let you be her favorite.
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she's spent most of the day hiding under furniture, or leaving whatever room she happens to be in, when stiles eventually finds her. he gives up, after about an hour or so, and just takes another shower instead. the water on the back of his neck feels nice, helps kind of ease some of the tension and anxiety he's been holding over lashing out at derek and scaring their cat, both for no reason other than his childish frustration.
stiles is reading, when derek comes home. he's seated in the middle of their bed, legs crossed and folded underneath him, and he's got one of rosalind's book in his lap, from her library that he and derek transplanted into their own home after she left. he hasn't really been able to focus, so he's had to go back and reread several passages several times to comprehend them before moving on. stiles hears the door unlock and he hears it slide open and he hears it slide closed, but he doesn't get up or call out to derek like he typically would.
he does look up when derek appears in the doorway though, the sound of his voice pulling his attention just as much as the soft rustle of the plastic bag hanging from his fingers. he only glances at it briefly, closing the book in his lap around his thumb. ]
... Hey.
[ stiles' brows pinch subtly - derek's home earlier than he expected. he'd had plans to make something for dinner, probably as an apology for snapping at him, but he'd also expected to have more time. stiles just looks at him for a moment, and decides not to say anything about it. he doesn't want to argue about money, or about - anything, really.
he bites at the inside of his cheek, his mouth twisting a little guiltily. ]
Cat's not talking to me anymore.
[ ignoring him. steering clear, whatever. it counts as not talking to him. ]
... I was mean to her, too. Now's your chance to convince her to let you be her favorite.