[ aaand the doors are opening but stiles takes an extra couple seconds to tap out a quick reply to derek so he's not just. leaving him hanging, when he's talking about important things like. feelings. ]
You deserve it. I know you probably don't think you do But I'm usually always right so you're just going to have to trust that I know what I'm talking about. You deserve to feel okay for once. And I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure I don't do anything to mess that up Gotta run though See you soon.
[ stiles pockets his phone and scrambles to pick his things up, barely making it out of the elevator before the doors close, twisting his body sideways to avoid shoulder-checking one of the doors.
he's been in the up dozens of times before, maybe hundreds, but this feels - different. maybe it's not even the up, maybe it's just - the purpose for this trek. his backpack is heavy, his arms are full. he's going to see derek and he's not going to have to leave in the morning for fear of overstaying his welcome.
they're going to move and have a space that's theirs, private. something closer to the woods, with a lot of windows and a lot of space and. it's just. stiles is happy. it's weird, to feel happy in a city that has, so far, been the primary source of his misery, his frayed nerves, anxiety. but he feels good now. he feels so good that he almost does kind of want to run to derek, but he knows himself, and he knows he'll likely trip, because running is - weird, with your arms crossed over your body. so he settles for speed walking.
stiles makes it to the highrise in roughly five minutes, and when he presses the button for the elevator with the back of his wrist, it only takes a handful of seconds for the doors to open. stiles steps in, immediately turns - and sets his stuff down on the floor again to free up both of his hands.
there's a little trick he knows. it doesn't work in all elevators - mostly only older models -, but it's handy when it works. stiles presses and holds the doors close button, pushes and holds the button for the 89th floor, and doesn't let either button go until the doors are closed and the lift starts to move. even if it does work, he's got time, so he picks up his stuff - a pile of folded clothes, mostly flannel shirts and a couple pairs of chinos
it works though. either there's nobody between the first and 89th floors waiting for the elevator, or stiles' little bypass trick worked, because the elevator doesn't stop the whole way, and when the doors finally open again, stiles is... yawning. well, he's trying to pop his ears, but it looks like he's yawning, working his jaw. he rounds the corner out into the common space between the two apartments on this floor and when he gets to derek's door he feels - excited. excited and stupid and kind of nervous but it's good-nervous. he lifts his foot, intending to kick the bottom of a couple times in lieu of knocking because his arms are full of the clothes he couldn't fit in his backpack (and his bat is tucked underneath the straps of his bag, across his shoulders, i almost forgot about his dumb bat)--
but the door opens before his shoe can make contact so his foot swings out a little further than expected before he just - steps forward onto it. stiles looks at derek over the pile of folded laundry held close to his chest, he smiles, small and dumb. ]
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You deserve it.
I know you probably don't think you do
But I'm usually always right so you're just going to have to trust that I know what I'm talking about.
You deserve to feel okay for once.
And I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure I don't do anything to mess that up
Gotta run though
See you soon.
[ stiles pockets his phone and scrambles to pick his things up, barely making it out of the elevator before the doors close, twisting his body sideways to avoid shoulder-checking one of the doors.
he's been in the up dozens of times before, maybe hundreds, but this feels - different. maybe it's not even the up, maybe it's just - the purpose for this trek. his backpack is heavy, his arms are full. he's going to see derek and he's not going to have to leave in the morning for fear of overstaying his welcome.
they're going to move and have a space that's theirs, private. something closer to the woods, with a lot of windows and a lot of space and. it's just. stiles is happy. it's weird, to feel happy in a city that has, so far, been the primary source of his misery, his frayed nerves, anxiety. but he feels good now. he feels so good that he almost does kind of want to run to derek, but he knows himself, and he knows he'll likely trip, because running is - weird, with your arms crossed over your body. so he settles for speed walking.
stiles makes it to the highrise in roughly five minutes, and when he presses the button for the elevator with the back of his wrist, it only takes a handful of seconds for the doors to open. stiles steps in, immediately turns - and sets his stuff down on the floor again to free up both of his hands.
there's a little trick he knows. it doesn't work in all elevators - mostly only older models -, but it's handy when it works. stiles presses and holds the doors close button, pushes and holds the button for the 89th floor, and doesn't let either button go until the doors are closed and the lift starts to move. even if it does work, he's got time, so he picks up his stuff - a pile of folded clothes, mostly flannel shirts and a couple pairs of chinos
it works though. either there's nobody between the first and 89th floors waiting for the elevator, or stiles' little bypass trick worked, because the elevator doesn't stop the whole way, and when the doors finally open again, stiles is... yawning. well, he's trying to pop his ears, but it looks like he's yawning, working his jaw. he rounds the corner out into the common space between the two apartments on this floor and when he gets to derek's door he feels - excited. excited and stupid and kind of nervous but it's good-nervous. he lifts his foot, intending to kick the bottom of a couple times in lieu of knocking because his arms are full of the clothes he couldn't fit in his backpack (and his bat is tucked underneath the straps of his bag, across his shoulders, i almost forgot about his dumb bat)--
but the door opens before his shoe can make contact so his foot swings out a little further than expected before he just - steps forward onto it. stiles looks at derek over the pile of folded laundry held close to his chest, he smiles, small and dumb. ]
... Hey. Made it. I, uh. I tricked the elevator.