[ sleeping was easier before derek, and even then it wasn't easy. sleep was something he ran from and something he chased, afraid he would wake up somewhere else like he had when his designation had been swapped without his consent, but constantly tired and itching for a reprieve from - everything, really, if only for a few hours.
having derek next to him had made him feel more comfortable and more safe than stiles has felt in a long time. it had been easy to fall asleep and stay asleep, easy to press into the solid warmth of derek along his side or against his back. even having derek in his bed, falling asleep while dinosaurs ran rampant around isla nublar, had brought to stiles an odd sort of ease.
now his bed just feels - cold, really. cold and too small and too big all at the same time. his pathetic excuse of an apartment feels emptier than ever, which doesn't make sense because nothing has really changed there - his room mate was barely living there before, and hakkyuu still hardly exists here now, which is fine, stiles doesn't care. but it feels lonelier somehow.
stiles breathes a quiet sigh of relief when derek accepts. not that he had been expecting derek to tell him no, out of spite or the desire to be alone or whatever else, but stiles had... maybe actually been expecting the worst. and that would have been okay, but derek says yes and stiles breathes a little easier.
he's missed derek. even though he's spoken to him at least once a day since they've been back, even if he's seen him during the day for however briefly, stiles has still missed him. ]
Yeah, okay. I'll probably come by after six? I'm helping Rosalind in like an hour but I should be done by like four, five at the latest but then I gotta go home and shower after, so. After six, if that's cool. How's your arm?
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having derek next to him had made him feel more comfortable and more safe than stiles has felt in a long time. it had been easy to fall asleep and stay asleep, easy to press into the solid warmth of derek along his side or against his back. even having derek in his bed, falling asleep while dinosaurs ran rampant around isla nublar, had brought to stiles an odd sort of ease.
now his bed just feels - cold, really. cold and too small and too big all at the same time. his pathetic excuse of an apartment feels emptier than ever, which doesn't make sense because nothing has really changed there - his room mate was barely living there before, and hakkyuu still hardly exists here now, which is fine, stiles doesn't care. but it feels lonelier somehow.
stiles breathes a quiet sigh of relief when derek accepts. not that he had been expecting derek to tell him no, out of spite or the desire to be alone or whatever else, but stiles had... maybe actually been expecting the worst. and that would have been okay, but derek says yes and stiles breathes a little easier.
he's missed derek. even though he's spoken to him at least once a day since they've been back, even if he's seen him during the day for however briefly, stiles has still missed him. ]
Yeah, okay.
I'll probably come by after six?
I'm helping Rosalind in like an hour but I should be done by like four, five at the latest but then I gotta go home and shower after, so.
After six, if that's cool.
How's your arm?