[ between derek and scott, stiles is pretty used to red, glowing eyes, but there's still this split second of panic, of oh god, oh god please be derek when derek rounds the corner near the end of the tunneled path. just a very tiny, very quick spike of fear that's there and gone in the space of a single breath, and then he immediately calms, up until derek shines the light from his phone in stiles' face. it's a stark contrast from the darkness stiles has been laying in for at least thirty minutes now, bright enough that it kind of burns a little.
stiles squints his eyes shut and lifts one hand to shield them, palm turned outward. he scoffs a little at derek's comment about the song, because that isn't exactly what he meant - it's just... not a song stiles would guess derek might recognize, even hummed - but he decides not to clarify. he just wants to get out of these caves and into clothes that aren't damp, pop some pain killers. maybe take a nap. everything feels kind of tight and sore.
stiles pushes up onto his elbows when derek kneels, wincing only slightly as something twinges in his lower back. he looks - mostly fine. his hair's a little disheveled and kind of limp against his forehead, weighed down by the thick moisture in the air, and he's got a little smear of grainy dirt by the edge if his jaw. he looks a bit tired, but that's not exactly out of the ordinary.
stiles presses his lips together into a thin line, and it's not quite a smile, but it's a good indicator of his embarrassment and mild shame. he shifts his weight onto one elbow long enough to tuck his phone away in a pocket before taking derek's from him. he angles the light slightly away from the both of them so it's not quite so blinding, but still illuminates derek's face in a soft glow. his eyes shift subtly back and forth between derek's.
stiles only had to text him once, and derek came. he didn't have to play phone tag, didn't have to wonder if and when derek was going to see his messages, didn't have to wonder if he was too busy, he just - immediately answered, immediately showed up. immediately cared, and that shouldn't surprise stiles, but it does. no offense to scott, but stiles is just - not used to that kind of loyalty and attention.
he softens a little, shoulders drooping a little as he sinks back into the brace of his elbows. ]
Sorry. I - didn't mean to. In hindsight— [ he pauses. stiles isn't often wrong, but he's not the type of person to pretend he doesn't make mistakes even when they're staring him in the face. and there's no denying that he didn't think this through, letting impulse and curiosity guide him instead of caution and logic. ] In hindsight this was - pretty careless. You're right.
[ stiles lightly grazes his fingers against derek's arm. ]
Think you can help me up? Sitting up hurts like a bitch and this rock in my back is doing me zero favors right now.
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stiles squints his eyes shut and lifts one hand to shield them, palm turned outward. he scoffs a little at derek's comment about the song, because that isn't exactly what he meant - it's just... not a song stiles would guess derek might recognize, even hummed - but he decides not to clarify. he just wants to get out of these caves and into clothes that aren't damp, pop some pain killers. maybe take a nap. everything feels kind of tight and sore.
stiles pushes up onto his elbows when derek kneels, wincing only slightly as something twinges in his lower back. he looks - mostly fine. his hair's a little disheveled and kind of limp against his forehead, weighed down by the thick moisture in the air, and he's got a little smear of grainy dirt by the edge if his jaw. he looks a bit tired, but that's not exactly out of the ordinary.
stiles presses his lips together into a thin line, and it's not quite a smile, but it's a good indicator of his embarrassment and mild shame. he shifts his weight onto one elbow long enough to tuck his phone away in a pocket before taking derek's from him. he angles the light slightly away from the both of them so it's not quite so blinding, but still illuminates derek's face in a soft glow. his eyes shift subtly back and forth between derek's.
stiles only had to text him once, and derek came. he didn't have to play phone tag, didn't have to wonder if and when derek was going to see his messages, didn't have to wonder if he was too busy, he just - immediately answered, immediately showed up. immediately cared, and that shouldn't surprise stiles, but it does. no offense to scott, but stiles is just - not used to that kind of loyalty and attention.
he softens a little, shoulders drooping a little as he sinks back into the brace of his elbows. ]
Sorry. I - didn't mean to. In hindsight— [ he pauses. stiles isn't often wrong, but he's not the type of person to pretend he doesn't make mistakes even when they're staring him in the face. and there's no denying that he didn't think this through, letting impulse and curiosity guide him instead of caution and logic. ] In hindsight this was - pretty careless. You're right.
[ stiles lightly grazes his fingers against derek's arm. ]
Think you can help me up? Sitting up hurts like a bitch and this rock in my back is doing me zero favors right now.