[ stiles is still standing by the door, waiting for an answer like he's just going to be able to call the cat back and direct it back outside with zero issue if derek says no, he's not actually cool with it. which is what stiles expects - for derek to not be down with a cat in the house, which is fine, because this wasn't in today's - or any day's - plans.
but derek just makes a comment on where it's allowed to sleep, which sound kind of like acceptance, so stiles starts to slowly pull the door closed. his eyebrows are still gently creased, like he's still not quite certain of what is actually happening right now. the mixed signals are confusing. derek sighs and rubs his neck and looks away and stiles interprets it as discomfort. like derek's only agreeing to this because he thinks it's what stiles wants.
not that stiles doesn't want his little cat friend to be more accessible. visiting the down just to see the cat isn't terrible, but it is kind of going out of his way every single time. he'd be satisfied if it just decided to stick around by the house outside, maybe hang out in the woods instead of by the edges of a crumbling apartment building, hoping for a couple bites of dry tuna fish.
stiles gets the door closed and - that's that, apparently. he locks it back up, derek mentions chinese which throws stiles for a second because it seems like a random topic to start in on until derek clarifies. stiles blinks, looks at derek when derek looks at him, and just says, ]
... Okay.
[ and then he starts to move toward the hallway, curiosity drawing him in the direction the cat last wandered off. he stays facing derek, moving backwards. ]
But. I mean. Like, you don't have to feed it if you don't want to, but this - doesn't actually have to happen, you know. If you two aren't going to get along. I'm not gonna be - heartbroken or sad, if that's why you're— home is supposed to be comfortable.
[ he stops moving backwards, stopping just before their bedroom door. finally, stiles looks away from derek, leaning backwards a little to peer into the room. his eyebrows lift slightly, and then he takes a step back so he doesn't have to lean, and a soft, amused little smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
the cat is sitting on the edge of the dresser like a gargoyle, eyes closed and tail flicking minutely where it's curled around all of its paws. stiles clears his throat, pulls himself back to the conversation he's trying to have. ]
Uh. Anyway, my point: we got this place for us. And this wasn't my plan so we didn't actually get to talk about this because - it wasn't... my plan. So. I don't know. I don't want you to feel like you just have to roll with it?
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but derek just makes a comment on where it's allowed to sleep, which sound kind of like acceptance, so stiles starts to slowly pull the door closed. his eyebrows are still gently creased, like he's still not quite certain of what is actually happening right now. the mixed signals are confusing. derek sighs and rubs his neck and looks away and stiles interprets it as discomfort. like derek's only agreeing to this because he thinks it's what stiles wants.
not that stiles doesn't want his little cat friend to be more accessible. visiting the down just to see the cat isn't terrible, but it is kind of going out of his way every single time. he'd be satisfied if it just decided to stick around by the house outside, maybe hang out in the woods instead of by the edges of a crumbling apartment building, hoping for a couple bites of dry tuna fish.
stiles gets the door closed and - that's that, apparently. he locks it back up, derek mentions chinese which throws stiles for a second because it seems like a random topic to start in on until derek clarifies. stiles blinks, looks at derek when derek looks at him, and just says, ]
... Okay.
[ and then he starts to move toward the hallway, curiosity drawing him in the direction the cat last wandered off. he stays facing derek, moving backwards. ]
But. I mean. Like, you don't have to feed it if you don't want to, but this - doesn't actually have to happen, you know. If you two aren't going to get along. I'm not gonna be - heartbroken or sad, if that's why you're— home is supposed to be comfortable.
[ he stops moving backwards, stopping just before their bedroom door. finally, stiles looks away from derek, leaning backwards a little to peer into the room. his eyebrows lift slightly, and then he takes a step back so he doesn't have to lean, and a soft, amused little smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
the cat is sitting on the edge of the dresser like a gargoyle, eyes closed and tail flicking minutely where it's curled around all of its paws. stiles clears his throat, pulls himself back to the conversation he's trying to have. ]
Uh. Anyway, my point: we got this place for us. And this wasn't my plan so we didn't actually get to talk about this because - it wasn't... my plan. So. I don't know. I don't want you to feel like you just have to roll with it?