[ stiles drops his hand from his mouth the second derek tells him to, which is slightly foreshadow-y of the conversation to come. he's not worried about looking suspicious, especially now that derek is here and they can duck inside where, presumably, no one will see them, but he doesn't really like being called out on his anxious ticks, at least not right now.
he follows derek inside, lets him close the door while he turns slowly on his heel to look around as if he hasn't already been here once before. it's not a large space by any means - about the size of a small garage, big enough to have housed a riding lawnmower or two, some edgers, another leaf blower in addition to the one that's chilling in the corner - but it's... private. nothing else feels private here.
stiles tears his eyes away from the empty rack bolted to the far wall, probably where someone use to hang things like rakes and shovels and shit. he looks at derek, almost seems a little lost for a second, like he forgot what the hell they're even here for. he blinks, nods his head a little, rubs his fingers across his forehead. he shifts his weight back and forth between his feet, just a subtle tilt back and forth and then back again.
he's anxious, but derek probably doesn't need the chemosignals to be able to tell. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm - fine. [ always fine. ] I just.
[ stiles wets his lips, dropping his hand from his forehead at the same time that he breathes out. this shouldn't be a big deal, isn't even that serious, but at the same time, it is, for stiles anyway. stiles looks at derek, takes a breath. ]
I need to ask you something, and you just need to say yes or no. That's it.
no subject
he follows derek inside, lets him close the door while he turns slowly on his heel to look around as if he hasn't already been here once before. it's not a large space by any means - about the size of a small garage, big enough to have housed a riding lawnmower or two, some edgers, another leaf blower in addition to the one that's chilling in the corner - but it's... private. nothing else feels private here.
stiles tears his eyes away from the empty rack bolted to the far wall, probably where someone use to hang things like rakes and shovels and shit. he looks at derek, almost seems a little lost for a second, like he forgot what the hell they're even here for. he blinks, nods his head a little, rubs his fingers across his forehead. he shifts his weight back and forth between his feet, just a subtle tilt back and forth and then back again.
he's anxious, but derek probably doesn't need the chemosignals to be able to tell. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm - fine. [ always fine. ] I just.
[ stiles wets his lips, dropping his hand from his forehead at the same time that he breathes out. this shouldn't be a big deal, isn't even that serious, but at the same time, it is, for stiles anyway. stiles looks at derek, takes a breath. ]
I need to ask you something, and you just need to say yes or no. That's it.