[ keep grinning, you bastard. derek'll knock that smug look off your horrible, horrible face before too long.
derek sets down his pizza and taps the bottom of his soda before he opens it, like that'll somehow stop it from exploding a little after being dropped and shaken up. surprisingly, it doesn't work. he cracks open the tab and it starts to bubble over, but derek seals the hole with his lips and drinks the head, foam and a thin line of coke dribbling down the corner of his mouth. he coughs a little when he peels off, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. decent damage control, but not the best. pretty much an analogy for his life as an alpha.
but whatever. it's fine. derek sets his soda on the table, smears away a little extra coke with his wrist, then dries his hands off on his shirt. stiles said something about how he's surprised derek bought a chessboard, and derek's defensive and a hypocrite, so he uses the opportunity to be a snippy little bitch. ]
Yeah, well. I did, and it was expensive, so. Don't grease it up with your dirty pizza fingers.
[ as if he doesn't have dirty pizza fingers himself. as if he doesn't have dirty soda fingers, too, for that matter. derek wipes his hand on his shirt again, just really double-dosing this, then scoots a little closer to the table. stiles made a move, and it's kind of annoying, because moving their pawns together is the chess equivalent of cockblocking. but fine. whatever. he moves a pawn, too, one of the pawns guarding his rooks. figures he'll bring that out and go on the offensive.
once he's made his move, he leans back, propping himself up on one hand and picking up his pizza again. he bites, and he chews, and he looks at stiles, kind of... entertained. stiles is fun to watch. the expressions he makes, the way he looks at derek. it's... nice. fun. if someone had told him he'd spend an afternoon splitting a pizza and playing chess with stiles, he probably would have laughed. he can't possibly know that stiles is thinking the exact same sentiment - but he wonders if he feels the same way. ]
Anyway. I don't know. This is nice.
[ derek sets his pizza back down, and again, wipes his fingers on his shirt. he's not talking about the pizza, or about the chessboard that wasn't half as expensive as he's making it out to be, he's talking about... this. all of this. derek gestures with his hand a little, pointing at stiles, then pointing at him. it's been - nice, having each other. it was nice, waiting to see stiles come over. it was nice, knowing that stiles ran up to see him. everything is just... nice, and maybe drawing attention to it will break the magic a little, but he wants to talk about it. he promised himself he'd be honest with stiles, back in the barracks. he needs to keep pushing for that, even when it's kind of hard to do. like now. ]
I mean - this is nice, right? All of this. Kind of makes me wish I'd given you more of a chance back home. Maybe I could have been happier, if I tried harder to connect with you. With Scott, too.
[ but that's easier said than done. stiles didn't treat him back home the way he treats him here. derek was on the run from hunters, constantly, and while veracity scares the shit out of him, the argents are so much worse. the death of the hales, the loss of laura, all of that is still so fresh back home. the kanima, gerard. there are so many factors in why derek couldn't have given stiles a chance that just... aren't here. but.
he still just - wants that. to have a relationship like this with stiles back home. caring and kind. supportive and understanding. he hopes he won't forget, when he's finally removed from duplicity.
derek shrugs, shaking his head. he looks away from stiles and the board like he's in thought, but then he frownss and looks back, just in case stiles decided to cheat and move a piece on the board while derek wasn't paying attention. this might be a sentimental and emotionally freeing moment, but derek still won't let his guard down enough for stiles to cheat. ]
Then again - you did get me arrested, and Scott is trying to convince my pack that I'm a murdering psychopath while simultaneously trying to blow his load in an Argent, so. Neither of you deserve me. Should've just let Peter eaten you.
[ he's teasing. well, he's teasing stiles, at least. scott's still on his shit list after not answering his fucking phone in the pool. ]
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derek sets down his pizza and taps the bottom of his soda before he opens it, like that'll somehow stop it from exploding a little after being dropped and shaken up. surprisingly, it doesn't work. he cracks open the tab and it starts to bubble over, but derek seals the hole with his lips and drinks the head, foam and a thin line of coke dribbling down the corner of his mouth. he coughs a little when he peels off, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. decent damage control, but not the best. pretty much an analogy for his life as an alpha.
but whatever. it's fine. derek sets his soda on the table, smears away a little extra coke with his wrist, then dries his hands off on his shirt. stiles said something about how he's surprised derek bought a chessboard, and derek's defensive and a hypocrite, so he uses the opportunity to be a snippy little bitch. ]
Yeah, well. I did, and it was expensive, so. Don't grease it up with your dirty pizza fingers.
[ as if he doesn't have dirty pizza fingers himself. as if he doesn't have dirty soda fingers, too, for that matter. derek wipes his hand on his shirt again, just really double-dosing this, then scoots a little closer to the table. stiles made a move, and it's kind of annoying, because moving their pawns together is the chess equivalent of cockblocking. but fine. whatever. he moves a pawn, too, one of the pawns guarding his rooks. figures he'll bring that out and go on the offensive.
once he's made his move, he leans back, propping himself up on one hand and picking up his pizza again. he bites, and he chews, and he looks at stiles, kind of... entertained. stiles is fun to watch. the expressions he makes, the way he looks at derek. it's... nice. fun. if someone had told him he'd spend an afternoon splitting a pizza and playing chess with stiles, he probably would have laughed. he can't possibly know that stiles is thinking the exact same sentiment - but he wonders if he feels the same way. ]
Anyway. I don't know. This is nice.
[ derek sets his pizza back down, and again, wipes his fingers on his shirt. he's not talking about the pizza, or about the chessboard that wasn't half as expensive as he's making it out to be, he's talking about... this. all of this. derek gestures with his hand a little, pointing at stiles, then pointing at him. it's been - nice, having each other. it was nice, waiting to see stiles come over. it was nice, knowing that stiles ran up to see him. everything is just... nice, and maybe drawing attention to it will break the magic a little, but he wants to talk about it. he promised himself he'd be honest with stiles, back in the barracks. he needs to keep pushing for that, even when it's kind of hard to do. like now. ]
I mean - this is nice, right? All of this. Kind of makes me wish I'd given you more of a chance back home. Maybe I could have been happier, if I tried harder to connect with you. With Scott, too.
[ but that's easier said than done. stiles didn't treat him back home the way he treats him here. derek was on the run from hunters, constantly, and while veracity scares the shit out of him, the argents are so much worse. the death of the hales, the loss of laura, all of that is still so fresh back home. the kanima, gerard. there are so many factors in why derek couldn't have given stiles a chance that just... aren't here. but.
he still just - wants that. to have a relationship like this with stiles back home. caring and kind. supportive and understanding. he hopes he won't forget, when he's finally removed from duplicity.
derek shrugs, shaking his head. he looks away from stiles and the board like he's in thought, but then he frownss and looks back, just in case stiles decided to cheat and move a piece on the board while derek wasn't paying attention. this might be a sentimental and emotionally freeing moment, but derek still won't let his guard down enough for stiles to cheat. ]
Then again - you did get me arrested, and Scott is trying to convince my pack that I'm a murdering psychopath while simultaneously trying to blow his load in an Argent, so. Neither of you deserve me. Should've just let Peter eaten you.
[ he's teasing. well, he's teasing stiles, at least. scott's still on his shit list after not answering his fucking phone in the pool. ]