[ stiles is cute, and that's all very well and good, but derek doesn't have time for that right now. the heel-rocking, the forced posture. derek watches the shitty, fish-out-of-water impression he does with his hand, slapping it awkwardly against his pocket before trying to find some saving grace with his jaw. derek looks at him sympathetically, for that one, but offers no comment.
stiles doesn't seem to get what he's saying, and maybe that's for the best, but at the same time - he can hear the cat outside, pacing towards the front door, refusing to leave. he can practically imagine the afternoons stiles spent with that thing, handfeeding it scraps of dry tuna sandwich he got from the cafeteria when he was a sub, and then he imagines how fucking excited he must have been when derek signed a contract with him, offered him real food and finally gave him something decent to take back to housing.
it feels like there's - something here. derek's vaguely aware that he projects his own feelings and experiences on other people, finding comfort or contempt in comparing his situation to theirs, and, for once, he can see himself falling down that hole. stiles gave a stray animal love and affection when nobody else would, and now it won't leave him alone. derek, uh.
derek doesn't want to leave it outside. ]
You can't just leave it outside?
[ is he seriously going to have to spell this out? derek sighs, frustrated, and raises his hands in surrender. trying to show that he's not carrying any weapons, not carrying any secret intentions here. this isn't a trap. listen to him. he'll say it again. ]
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stiles doesn't seem to get what he's saying, and maybe that's for the best, but at the same time - he can hear the cat outside, pacing towards the front door, refusing to leave. he can practically imagine the afternoons stiles spent with that thing, handfeeding it scraps of dry tuna sandwich he got from the cafeteria when he was a sub, and then he imagines how fucking excited he must have been when derek signed a contract with him, offered him real food and finally gave him something decent to take back to housing.
it feels like there's - something here. derek's vaguely aware that he projects his own feelings and experiences on other people, finding comfort or contempt in comparing his situation to theirs, and, for once, he can see himself falling down that hole. stiles gave a stray animal love and affection when nobody else would, and now it won't leave him alone. derek, uh.
derek doesn't want to leave it outside. ]
You can't just leave it outside?
[ is he seriously going to have to spell this out? derek sighs, frustrated, and raises his hands in surrender. trying to show that he's not carrying any weapons, not carrying any secret intentions here. this isn't a trap. listen to him. he'll say it again. ]
You can't. It followed you home.
[ come on, man. don't make him say it. ]