[ ah, right - stiles winces when the light shines in his eyes, and derek's an idiot for not realizing that would happen. he grimaces apologetically, though he doesn't exactly expect stiles to be able to see his expression in the dark, and he follows through on kneeling and fussing and not knowing the best way to get the two of them back out of here.
stiles apologizes. more than that, stiles apologizes despite looking embarrassed and injured and small, and even though a part of derek still thinks he was right to get angry, the rest of him is ashamed over making this poor guy guilty while he was isolated and vulnerable and hurt. stiles' fingers touch his arm and derek's eyes glow a little brighter. ]
It wasn't. You slipped. I overreacted.
[ he shakes his head, because he doesn't want to fight about who between them is more sorry, and he slowly pulls his arm back, letting it hover between them as he tries to figure out how to pick stiles up without hurting him. ]
I know you're smart enough to take initiative on things without consulting me. Just... scared me. Sounds stupid, out loud.
[ he shrugs one shoulder, then just - commits. he thinks it'll be easy enough to support stiles without directly touching any sensitive bruising if he really does just carry him like he wants to, so that's what he does. he mumbles something that sounds like hold on, but he doesn't offer any warnings, other than that.
he taps stiles' thigh, quietly urges him to close his legs, then slips one arm beneath his knees when he does. the other he curls behind stiles' lower back, holding him tight, and then he just... stands, again, bringing stiles up with him in both arms. stiles isn't as skinny as he used to be, but he's still very much human, and derek apparently doesn't have any problem lifting him. dude's still light enough to manhandle.
also, before stiles starts complaining, derek's gonna cut him off, already taking slow steps back the way he came. thankfully, there aren't too many steep drops to climb and they'll only have to make a few turns before light from the outside filters in again, so - ]
I'll put you down when we're outside, so. Chill. Pre-emptively.
[ he's not going to let stiles walk around in the dark while he's hurt. smart or not, the idiot still slipped. ]
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stiles apologizes. more than that, stiles apologizes despite looking embarrassed and injured and small, and even though a part of derek still thinks he was right to get angry, the rest of him is ashamed over making this poor guy guilty while he was isolated and vulnerable and hurt. stiles' fingers touch his arm and derek's eyes glow a little brighter. ]
It wasn't. You slipped. I overreacted.
[ he shakes his head, because he doesn't want to fight about who between them is more sorry, and he slowly pulls his arm back, letting it hover between them as he tries to figure out how to pick stiles up without hurting him. ]
I know you're smart enough to take initiative on things without consulting me. Just... scared me. Sounds stupid, out loud.
[ he shrugs one shoulder, then just - commits. he thinks it'll be easy enough to support stiles without directly touching any sensitive bruising if he really does just carry him like he wants to, so that's what he does. he mumbles something that sounds like hold on, but he doesn't offer any warnings, other than that.
he taps stiles' thigh, quietly urges him to close his legs, then slips one arm beneath his knees when he does. the other he curls behind stiles' lower back, holding him tight, and then he just... stands, again, bringing stiles up with him in both arms. stiles isn't as skinny as he used to be, but he's still very much human, and derek apparently doesn't have any problem lifting him. dude's still light enough to manhandle.
also, before stiles starts complaining, derek's gonna cut him off, already taking slow steps back the way he came. thankfully, there aren't too many steep drops to climb and they'll only have to make a few turns before light from the outside filters in again, so - ]
I'll put you down when we're outside, so. Chill. Pre-emptively.
[ he's not going to let stiles walk around in the dark while he's hurt. smart or not, the idiot still slipped. ]