Extravagant way to typo the word badass, but okay.
[ he locks his phone, hides it in the pocket of his uniform, ignores any potential message from stiles that might come in exclusively so he can convince himself he got the last word in. it's not too far a walk, so... he gets to it.
it's hard not to consider racing stiles to the storage building, but the thought of running is kind of intimidating to derek right now; his legs are still sore from the falls they've taken, he's still so quick to lose his breath in comparison to how he should be. he doesn't want to look... weak, when he meets up with stiles, all sweaty and tired from pushing himself past limits he's already so consistently pushed himself past since his arrival to fort harm. he needs to give off the illusion of control, because the illusion of control is all he has. even more than usual.
so he takes his time, enjoys the clean air as much as he can ever enjoy anything, and he shows up a little late. only a little. stiles calls him out on the rock, and derek looks down at it like he'd forgotten he'd carried it halfway across the campgrounds, and when he peeks over stiles' shoulder to the slightly ajar door of the storage building, he figures there's no need for it. disappointed, he abandons the rock, dropping it carelessly onto the dirt. ]
You're a weirdo. Stop chewing your nails. You look suspicious as fuck.
[ he steps forward, places his hand on the door. it swings inward and derek doesn't look over his shoulder when he heads inside. it's dark inside - well, dark-ish, at least - but there's some light filtering in from windows by the ceiling, and after ushering stiles inside and closing the door behind him, it feels like the quiet place he's been looking for. he could hide out here, he thinks. share the space with the spiders and cockroaches, if they'll have him.
stiles wanted to talk to him. derek's concerned. he's tried very, very hard not to show it, but now they're here, in the crisp, morning sorta-dark, and they're alone. he can't keep the trace of worry out of his voice. ]
no subject
[ he locks his phone, hides it in the pocket of his uniform, ignores any potential message from stiles that might come in exclusively so he can convince himself he got the last word in. it's not too far a walk, so... he gets to it.
it's hard not to consider racing stiles to the storage building, but the thought of running is kind of intimidating to derek right now; his legs are still sore from the falls they've taken, he's still so quick to lose his breath in comparison to how he should be. he doesn't want to look... weak, when he meets up with stiles, all sweaty and tired from pushing himself past limits he's already so consistently pushed himself past since his arrival to fort harm. he needs to give off the illusion of control, because the illusion of control is all he has. even more than usual.
so he takes his time, enjoys the clean air as much as he can ever enjoy anything, and he shows up a little late. only a little. stiles calls him out on the rock, and derek looks down at it like he'd forgotten he'd carried it halfway across the campgrounds, and when he peeks over stiles' shoulder to the slightly ajar door of the storage building, he figures there's no need for it. disappointed, he abandons the rock, dropping it carelessly onto the dirt. ]
You're a weirdo. Stop chewing your nails. You look suspicious as fuck.
[ he steps forward, places his hand on the door. it swings inward and derek doesn't look over his shoulder when he heads inside. it's dark inside - well, dark-ish, at least - but there's some light filtering in from windows by the ceiling, and after ushering stiles inside and closing the door behind him, it feels like the quiet place he's been looking for. he could hide out here, he thinks. share the space with the spiders and cockroaches, if they'll have him.
stiles wanted to talk to him. derek's concerned. he's tried very, very hard not to show it, but now they're here, in the crisp, morning sorta-dark, and they're alone. he can't keep the trace of worry out of his voice. ]
You okay?