it takes stiles a while for him to acknowledge what's going on here, and even when he does, he gets all weird about it. he starts breaking down the reasons why derek doesn't need to deal with this, and it's-- annoying, and the more stiles talks, the more confusing derek's signals get. he tenses and prickles and works away at some tension in his jaw, like stiles is-- not exactly pissing him off, but certainly saying the wrong things. he's looking at this from the angle that derek's only doing this to be nice, and that's-- okay, that's not exactly wrong, but-- it's wrong? it is wrong. it's wrong enough for derek to be largely affronted, at least.
stiles smiles. derek softens. his voice doesn't soften, but the rest of him does. he just barks out a quick - ]
No.
[ - which sounds harsh and sharp and unfair, and derek seems to realize that, because his hands are back out in surrender. a silent hold on, that's not what i meant. he chews nothing, puts his arms down by his side, where they feel stiff and lifeless and forced. he needs to do something with his hands, but he doesn't know what to do with them, so. he folds his arms over his chest instead, tucking them away beneath his biceps. security blanket-style. ]
It's a stray. It loves you. You were there for it. Supportive. Now, it's yours.
[ denying it more time with stiles would be - cruel. they're together, now. they should always be together. derek slides one hand out from behind his arm, doing a sideways, lazy loaf hand. ]
Please don't tell me I have to explain why I'm empathizing with this fucking cat.
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it takes stiles a while for him to acknowledge what's going on here, and even when he does, he gets all weird about it. he starts breaking down the reasons why derek doesn't need to deal with this, and it's-- annoying, and the more stiles talks, the more confusing derek's signals get. he tenses and prickles and works away at some tension in his jaw, like stiles is-- not exactly pissing him off, but certainly saying the wrong things. he's looking at this from the angle that derek's only doing this to be nice, and that's-- okay, that's not exactly wrong, but-- it's wrong? it is wrong. it's wrong enough for derek to be largely affronted, at least.
stiles smiles. derek softens. his voice doesn't soften, but the rest of him does. he just barks out a quick - ]
No.
[ - which sounds harsh and sharp and unfair, and derek seems to realize that, because his hands are back out in surrender. a silent hold on, that's not what i meant. he chews nothing, puts his arms down by his side, where they feel stiff and lifeless and forced. he needs to do something with his hands, but he doesn't know what to do with them, so. he folds his arms over his chest instead, tucking them away beneath his biceps. security blanket-style. ]
It's a stray. It loves you. You were there for it. Supportive. Now, it's yours.
[ denying it more time with stiles would be - cruel. they're together, now. they should always be together. derek slides one hand out from behind his arm, doing a sideways, lazy loaf hand. ]
Please don't tell me I have to explain why I'm empathizing with this fucking cat.