[ ah, man. derek can practically taste stiles' anxiety. it's thick and oily and flooding the room. derek's too in his own head to fully connect the dots and know that stiles is suffering just as much as he is. the writing is written on the wall, and derek's still in this half-conscious self-aware state where he knows he's being horrible, but he's too short and fidgety to see past his own problems. the world just feels angry and miserable and directionless. everything feels bad and it's making him sick.
and out of nowhere, stiles is shutting off the movie and pointing at the balcony, catching derek off guard. for a second, it's enough to make derek stop bouncing in his seat, and the list of complaints about how bad 90s CGI was dies in his throat. he follows stiles' hand with his eyes, looking from stiles' aggressively pointing finger, then to the balcony, then back again.
oh.
it's selfish, and again, it's childish, but derek feels honestly very hurt, now that he's being kicked out. his eyebrows pinch and he does one of those frustrated, sad breaths, where he breathes in hard through his nose and slumps his shoulders when he exhales. he feels like he's being put in timeout, or something. he wants to stomp his feet and yell about how this is just so unfair, and he wants to miserably curl in on himself and apologize for being such a prick.
ultimately, neither option feels particularly. sustainable. he's done enough damage for one day, and he's not going to apologize when he knows he's just going to start yelling in another few minutes. getting out of the house is the best idea, so.
fine. ]
Fine.
[ fine.
derek gets to his feet, and he just - turns. there's no goodbye, no half-hearted attempt to convince stiles to let him stay. it'd be easy to jump on that little werewolf ass comment and make another scene, but he doesn't have it in him. he'll actually appreciate the direction to get out once he's had some time to wear off what he's dealing with, because staying really would only make things worse, and he wouldn't have thought to leave without being told to; but right now, he's just.
very miserable.
it turns out that it's hard to slam a sliding door shut. derek tries, after storming out through the front entrance, but the safety mechanism kicks in, letting the door glide to a gentle and anti-climactic stop. still, derek's footsteps are pretty loud as he jumps down the steps leading up to the den, and stiles can probably hear him kicking up dirt and rocks all the way to the woods.
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and out of nowhere, stiles is shutting off the movie and pointing at the balcony, catching derek off guard. for a second, it's enough to make derek stop bouncing in his seat, and the list of complaints about how bad 90s CGI was dies in his throat. he follows stiles' hand with his eyes, looking from stiles' aggressively pointing finger, then to the balcony, then back again.
oh.
it's selfish, and again, it's childish, but derek feels honestly very hurt, now that he's being kicked out. his eyebrows pinch and he does one of those frustrated, sad breaths, where he breathes in hard through his nose and slumps his shoulders when he exhales. he feels like he's being put in timeout, or something. he wants to stomp his feet and yell about how this is just so unfair, and he wants to miserably curl in on himself and apologize for being such a prick.
ultimately, neither option feels particularly. sustainable. he's done enough damage for one day, and he's not going to apologize when he knows he's just going to start yelling in another few minutes. getting out of the house is the best idea, so.
fine. ]
Fine.
[ fine.
derek gets to his feet, and he just - turns. there's no goodbye, no half-hearted attempt to convince stiles to let him stay. it'd be easy to jump on that little werewolf ass comment and make another scene, but he doesn't have it in him. he'll actually appreciate the direction to get out once he's had some time to wear off what he's dealing with, because staying really would only make things worse, and he wouldn't have thought to leave without being told to; but right now, he's just.
very miserable.
it turns out that it's hard to slam a sliding door shut. derek tries, after storming out through the front entrance, but the safety mechanism kicks in, letting the door glide to a gentle and anti-climactic stop. still, derek's footsteps are pretty loud as he jumps down the steps leading up to the den, and stiles can probably hear him kicking up dirt and rocks all the way to the woods.
this is not a good day. ]