confiscated: (⇀ deception amok)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-11-29 07:00 am (UTC)

Hm.

[Tate's - annoyed. Stiles is no longer here so it's not the insidious feeling it could be, but still. He doesn't like that it wasn't just his intuition telling him Stiles was feeling a certain way about him. He didn't trust him? Did he think, rightfully so, that Tate would look to snoop into his life the way he had before - staring down the foot of the bed like he had to so many people, countless times in the past? Stiles didn't want him here. It feels like a sick sense of satisfaction that hey, he's here now, isn't he Stiles?

He looks hurt, just a bit, sulking in the living room and contemplating sitting on the couch like he's told - but ultimately he follows Derek to watch him rinse a pot. He puts the beer down on the table, fishing it out of his bag and detaching another one - he forgot his at his place - and puts the rest inside Derek's fridge to busy his hands.]


You'll put me down though, right?

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