[ derek's always had a sixth sense for how stiles feels. the silence doesn't mean much, at first - maybe a customer came in, maybe stiles got caught up in cleaning, maybe harley told him to get back to work, or something - but the minute stretches out enough for derek to wonder what if, and when stiles finally gets back to him with something raw and real, derek's pretty confident in thinking stiles was tripping over his thoughts.
it - means a lot, what stiles wants. derek's message is a little delayed, too, but he types fast, when he knows what it is exactly he wants to say. he doesn't want stiles to sit there stewing in his own anxiety, wondering if derek is trying to figure out how to reject his proposal, or something. as if he would ever. ]
I've been thinking about getting more ink, too. Something on the front of my body, instead of on the back. Behind me. An anchor, maybe.
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it - means a lot, what stiles wants. derek's message is a little delayed, too, but he types fast, when he knows what it is exactly he wants to say. he doesn't want stiles to sit there stewing in his own anxiety, wondering if derek is trying to figure out how to reject his proposal, or something. as if he would ever. ]
I've been thinking about getting more ink, too. Something on the front of my body, instead of on the back. Behind me.
An anchor, maybe.
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Something that makes me think of you.