[ Derek must be happy, right? That's the sentiment that's been swirling around in his head for a while now - he must be glad to see Stiles' face again. And he is, of course he is, there's no doubt about it, but - "happy", in some long-term, identifying kind of way? He doesn't know about that. Derek just watches Tate in silence before very subtly shaking his head, like there's something almost taboo about being honest, here. ]
I'm not. I don't think I am, at least.
[ Derek's noticing the nervousness in Tate, though it's nothing he thinks he should bring attention to. The jealousy, the fear, the anxiety - Derek kind of expected it all. ]
But - whatever. We don't need to talk about it. I just wanted you to know.
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I'm not. I don't think I am, at least.
[ Derek's noticing the nervousness in Tate, though it's nothing he thinks he should bring attention to. The jealousy, the fear, the anxiety - Derek kind of expected it all. ]
But - whatever. We don't need to talk about it. I just wanted you to know.