[ derek just - repeats himself. he says the same exact thing like stiles didn't just literally walk him through why it's okay for him to put a cat that came in from outside back outside. stiles just narrows his eyes a him a little more, squints at him and stares, mouth pressed into a thin line and curved downward just slightly.
he's not stupid, but he feels like it. derek puts his hands up in a way that's very don't get mad at me, i don't make the rules, and stiles thinks he's picking up what derek's putting down - but it's the opposite of every signal he was putting off when he thought stiles had actually gone out and spent the afternoon adopting a cat to bring home without consulting derek about it first, which he'd never do. well, no, he'd probably adopt a cat, but he'd definitely never do it without taking to derek beforehand.
stile takes a slow step back, yanking his hand out of his pocket so he can gesture kind of vaguely with both hands in the direction of the front door. ]
So...
[ he still seems a little unsure, but he keeps backing up util he's at the door. he lets both hand settle on the door and continues to look at derek like he's waiting for him to interrupt, maybe call him an idiot for misunderstanding what he's trying to say to him. ]
... You're saying I should let it back in. Like if I do this—
[ stiles pushes the door open about a foot, raising his eyebrows a little. the cat, wandering past the door, pauses for a moment to peer back inside the den, slightly wary. it rubs its face against the edge of the door, looks up at stiles, meows - and then walks right back in. stiles watches it for a moment, only looking away once it's down the hall slightly off to the right. ]
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he's not stupid, but he feels like it. derek puts his hands up in a way that's very don't get mad at me, i don't make the rules, and stiles thinks he's picking up what derek's putting down - but it's the opposite of every signal he was putting off when he thought stiles had actually gone out and spent the afternoon adopting a cat to bring home without consulting derek about it first, which he'd never do. well, no, he'd probably adopt a cat, but he'd definitely never do it without taking to derek beforehand.
stile takes a slow step back, yanking his hand out of his pocket so he can gesture kind of vaguely with both hands in the direction of the front door. ]
So...
[ he still seems a little unsure, but he keeps backing up util he's at the door. he lets both hand settle on the door and continues to look at derek like he's waiting for him to interrupt, maybe call him an idiot for misunderstanding what he's trying to say to him. ]
... You're saying I should let it back in. Like if I do this—
[ stiles pushes the door open about a foot, raising his eyebrows a little. the cat, wandering past the door, pauses for a moment to peer back inside the den, slightly wary. it rubs its face against the edge of the door, looks up at stiles, meows - and then walks right back in. stiles watches it for a moment, only looking away once it's down the hall slightly off to the right. ]
—you're cool? With that?