[ it takes long enough for derek to even begin to put stiles down that stiles almost resigns himself to his fate as a distressed damsel being carried by the handsome hero parading the evidence of his brave rescue all over the town. he rolls his eyes and he sighs quietly and he starts to squirm just a little, arching his back a few degrees before he decides, with a sharp twinge and a tiny squeak, that that's a terrible idea.
but derek starts to set him down and it's awkward and stiles clings a little like he doesn't actually want this, but he's just. concerned about being dropped. derek is fast and he's agile and his instincts are sharp, but it's the awkward crouch and the stiffness with which derek goes about putting him down that makes him question whether or not gravity is about to drag his ass right back to the ground for a second helping of unnecessary, unfortunate pain.
he plants his feet slowly, eases some of his weight off of derek's arms, and it's - fine. it's... okay. he stands there with his shoulders heavily hunched, head bowed slightly, almost like he wants to fold in on himself. his hands shake a little as he slides derek's phone into his front pocket - he'll give it back later, once they're home, or whenever derek asks for it if it's before then - oppsite of his own phone, and then very slowly, he starts to straighten his spine.
it's not - excruciating. the pain isn't crippling by any means, and it's mostly focused around his tailbone. the muscles in his lower back are tight and tense and sore too, and something pinches a little as he stands a little taller. stiles clenches his teeth, eyes squinting slightly near the corners, and he tries to play it off.
[ but he can't even bother to mask that lie because he's super uncomfortable and it sucks. his shirt still feels warm and damp from the cave floor, clinging to his back underneath his overshirt, which is also gross. stiles sighs through his nose, and with an unfortunate look, he lazily holds one arm out toward derek, fingers spread with his palm up, unsure why derek needs his arm, but not wary enough of his intentions to ask.
gingerly, he reaches back with his other hand to pinch at his t-shirt, pulling it away from his skin. the feeling is slightly weird, and the separation just leaves his skin feeling cold. he shivers, which also sucks and draws a terse little grunt out of him, and then very presses his fingertips against the muscles in his lower back, squinting up at derek. ]
... Ibuprofen. Please. You can have all of the money I have left, I don't care.
[ all of the money stiles has left, after everything he's already handed over to derek to put towards the new place, is going to have to go towards things like - an actual bed, some food, maybe some smaller furniture like a book case and/or a used love seat. toiletries. house stuff. but a couple dollars spent on pain killers isn't going to put them in the hole. ]
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but derek starts to set him down and it's awkward and stiles clings a little like he doesn't actually want this, but he's just. concerned about being dropped. derek is fast and he's agile and his instincts are sharp, but it's the awkward crouch and the stiffness with which derek goes about putting him down that makes him question whether or not gravity is about to drag his ass right back to the ground for a second helping of unnecessary, unfortunate pain.
he plants his feet slowly, eases some of his weight off of derek's arms, and it's - fine. it's... okay. he stands there with his shoulders heavily hunched, head bowed slightly, almost like he wants to fold in on himself. his hands shake a little as he slides derek's phone into his front pocket - he'll give it back later, once they're home, or whenever derek asks for it if it's before then - oppsite of his own phone, and then very slowly, he starts to straighten his spine.
it's not - excruciating. the pain isn't crippling by any means, and it's mostly focused around his tailbone. the muscles in his lower back are tight and tense and sore too, and something pinches a little as he stands a little taller. stiles clenches his teeth, eyes squinting slightly near the corners, and he tries to play it off.
derek calls him out anyway. ]
I'm - fine. It's fine, I'm good. T-ten out of... ten.
[ but he can't even bother to mask that lie because he's super uncomfortable and it sucks. his shirt still feels warm and damp from the cave floor, clinging to his back underneath his overshirt, which is also gross. stiles sighs through his nose, and with an unfortunate look, he lazily holds one arm out toward derek, fingers spread with his palm up, unsure why derek needs his arm, but not wary enough of his intentions to ask.
gingerly, he reaches back with his other hand to pinch at his t-shirt, pulling it away from his skin. the feeling is slightly weird, and the separation just leaves his skin feeling cold. he shivers, which also sucks and draws a terse little grunt out of him, and then very presses his fingertips against the muscles in his lower back, squinting up at derek. ]
... Ibuprofen. Please. You can have all of the money I have left, I don't care.
[ all of the money stiles has left, after everything he's already handed over to derek to put towards the new place, is going to have to go towards things like - an actual bed, some food, maybe some smaller furniture like a book case and/or a used love seat. toiletries. house stuff. but a couple dollars spent on pain killers isn't going to put them in the hole. ]