[ stiles laughs. derek can hear it, deep behind winding rocks, and his scent is familiar and warm and easy to find through the rusty smell of grime and dirt and earth. he follows after him, stepping over unsteady ground and going deeper into the tunnels, and maybe it would be kind of scary to be approached in pitch black by two glowing, red eyes, but. stiles is probably used to them, by now. he hopes he is, at least.
derek keeps walking until he sees the dull glow of stiles' phone, then pulls out his own again, swiping his thumb over the lockscreen and turning on the flashlight. he lights stiles up and he really is... just... chilling, and that's kind of annoying, but given how hard his heartbeat had been spiking and how much he'd been panicking over what he might see, this is fine. maybe he overreacted, earlier. ]
Of course I know that song. I was only born in '88, Jesus. I'm not that out of touch.
[ he bends on his knees once he's close enough to stiles, offering him his phone and then just - waiting, one arm half-outstretched, like he wants to scoop him up but doesn't know if he should. because that is exactly how he's feeling. he wants to just pick stiles up, sling him over his shoulder and carry him out, which is - and don't get it twisted - absolutely, 100% what he's going to do, but.
he needs to check on stiles before that happens. the idiot could really be hurt, and derek doesn't want to make him feel any worse by moving him in a way he's not ready for. derek hesitates, then lowers his arm, setting it on stiles side and making eye contact. he opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. ]
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derek keeps walking until he sees the dull glow of stiles' phone, then pulls out his own again, swiping his thumb over the lockscreen and turning on the flashlight. he lights stiles up and he really is... just... chilling, and that's kind of annoying, but given how hard his heartbeat had been spiking and how much he'd been panicking over what he might see, this is fine. maybe he overreacted, earlier. ]
Of course I know that song. I was only born in '88, Jesus. I'm not that out of touch.
[ he bends on his knees once he's close enough to stiles, offering him his phone and then just - waiting, one arm half-outstretched, like he wants to scoop him up but doesn't know if he should. because that is exactly how he's feeling. he wants to just pick stiles up, sling him over his shoulder and carry him out, which is - and don't get it twisted - absolutely, 100% what he's going to do, but.
he needs to check on stiles before that happens. the idiot could really be hurt, and derek doesn't want to make him feel any worse by moving him in a way he's not ready for. derek hesitates, then lowers his arm, setting it on stiles side and making eye contact. he opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. ]
You really scared me, dipshit.