[ see, this is why derek prefers stiles goading him over calmly dealing with his shitty attitude. once he's pulling on derek's arm and guiding him over to the couch, derek's immediately made to feel childish and stupid and irresponsible - the same things he's been projecting onto stiles for no reason, the same things he's been yelling about for the past, like, five minutes. he feels petty and small and ugly. like stiles has to fucking manage him.
stiles drags him along and it would be easy enough for derek to just dig his heels in and weaponize his weight against him, anchoring them both in place, but he doesn't, because the prickle of shame down his neck and the lack of an easy target to yell at makes him feel too sick to really do anything but walk. he's led to stiles' laptop and told to sit, and that, at least, he takes issue with. ]
You can't just tell me what to do. Don't bark orders at me.
[ ... he says, before obediently sitting down. he drops into the couch hard and spreads his legs, putting his elbow on the armrest and massaging his temple. stiles is sitting on the edge, but derek's taking up enough space to really force him into the corner, and he doesn't seem to feel all that bad about it. he does feel all that bad about it, but he's not going to stop.
he doesn't say anything, while stiles scrolls through his movie list, opening up the first mkv he stumbles over. derek looks sullen and annoyed, but he's keeping all his negativity to himself, and that's - maybe not an improvement on his mood, and maybe not doing anything to make the atmosphere less thick and oppressive between them, but it's at the very least a change from all the yelling. for the most part.
the movie starts up, and derek's leg starts bouncing. he drops his hand from his temple to his mouth, rubbing at his lip, then scratching at his jaw. he balls his hand back into a fist and doesn't know what to do with it, so he uncurls it again, shaking it out. his knee bounces a little faster once the movie gets past the logos and into the opening act, and derek's staring at the laptop, but he's seeing through it, rather than paying attention to what's on screen.
he needs to keep moving, he needs to burn out. staying still makes him feel like a rubber band being pulled taut, ready to snap. he scratches at his wrist, making it red, then scratches at his neck, like he's covered in fleas. his leg bounces more. and more.
a minute passes, then two, and derek's still restless. the sun is blearing on the screen and hitting his eyes in such a way that gives him a bit of a headache, and he's not going to complain, but it's just another fucking thing rubbing him the wrong way. derek makes a few noises, irritated and fidgety, but again - he doesn't say a word.
he finds stiles' hand. he does it without thinking, at first - it's this reflexive, needy move, where he drags his fingers up stiles' wrist and takes his palm in his own, squeezing tight. his tantrum's still there, under the surface, and this is more of a half-time than an ending, but he's sane enough right now to feel fucking horrible, and he needs the reassurance that they're okay. he holds stiles' hand for a good two, maybe three seconds, and then he seems to realize what he's doing, because he pulls it back like he's been burned.
he's just been yelling at this poor guy for... literally no reason. he can't just grab his hand, act like they're okay. that's not allowed.
derek's knee bounces more and more, and he stretches it out straight, dropping his back onto the couch with a hard thud to try and just. stop. he's still scratching, still trying to do things with his hands to keep them busy, and he's-- a timebomb. he's ticking down, waiting to start another scene, and when babe starts talking, that's the breaking point, apparently. ]
This movie's just going to make me feel bad for eating meat.
[ it's got a pretty strong message about how eating animals is kind of fucked up, right? there are some feral dogs in this, too. he hasn't seen babe for years, but that's what he remembers, and the last thing derek wants after jumping down stiles' throat for making werewolf jokes is a movie where the lesson is humans like to kill animals sometimes, and also, dogs are bad, and also, eating meat is super wrong. like. ]
Which - you know - werewolf. In case you forgot. Slightly carnivorous.
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stiles drags him along and it would be easy enough for derek to just dig his heels in and weaponize his weight against him, anchoring them both in place, but he doesn't, because the prickle of shame down his neck and the lack of an easy target to yell at makes him feel too sick to really do anything but walk. he's led to stiles' laptop and told to sit, and that, at least, he takes issue with. ]
You can't just tell me what to do. Don't bark orders at me.
[ ... he says, before obediently sitting down. he drops into the couch hard and spreads his legs, putting his elbow on the armrest and massaging his temple. stiles is sitting on the edge, but derek's taking up enough space to really force him into the corner, and he doesn't seem to feel all that bad about it. he does feel all that bad about it, but he's not going to stop.
he doesn't say anything, while stiles scrolls through his movie list, opening up the first mkv he stumbles over. derek looks sullen and annoyed, but he's keeping all his negativity to himself, and that's - maybe not an improvement on his mood, and maybe not doing anything to make the atmosphere less thick and oppressive between them, but it's at the very least a change from all the yelling. for the most part.
the movie starts up, and derek's leg starts bouncing. he drops his hand from his temple to his mouth, rubbing at his lip, then scratching at his jaw. he balls his hand back into a fist and doesn't know what to do with it, so he uncurls it again, shaking it out. his knee bounces a little faster once the movie gets past the logos and into the opening act, and derek's staring at the laptop, but he's seeing through it, rather than paying attention to what's on screen.
he needs to keep moving, he needs to burn out. staying still makes him feel like a rubber band being pulled taut, ready to snap. he scratches at his wrist, making it red, then scratches at his neck, like he's covered in fleas. his leg bounces more. and more.
a minute passes, then two, and derek's still restless. the sun is blearing on the screen and hitting his eyes in such a way that gives him a bit of a headache, and he's not going to complain, but it's just another fucking thing rubbing him the wrong way. derek makes a few noises, irritated and fidgety, but again - he doesn't say a word.
he finds stiles' hand. he does it without thinking, at first - it's this reflexive, needy move, where he drags his fingers up stiles' wrist and takes his palm in his own, squeezing tight. his tantrum's still there, under the surface, and this is more of a half-time than an ending, but he's sane enough right now to feel fucking horrible, and he needs the reassurance that they're okay. he holds stiles' hand for a good two, maybe three seconds, and then he seems to realize what he's doing, because he pulls it back like he's been burned.
he's just been yelling at this poor guy for... literally no reason. he can't just grab his hand, act like they're okay. that's not allowed.
derek's knee bounces more and more, and he stretches it out straight, dropping his back onto the couch with a hard thud to try and just. stop. he's still scratching, still trying to do things with his hands to keep them busy, and he's-- a timebomb. he's ticking down, waiting to start another scene, and when babe starts talking, that's the breaking point, apparently. ]
This movie's just going to make me feel bad for eating meat.
[ it's got a pretty strong message about how eating animals is kind of fucked up, right? there are some feral dogs in this, too. he hasn't seen babe for years, but that's what he remembers, and the last thing derek wants after jumping down stiles' throat for making werewolf jokes is a movie where the lesson is humans like to kill animals sometimes, and also, dogs are bad, and also, eating meat is super wrong. like. ]
Which - you know - werewolf. In case you forgot. Slightly carnivorous.