[ stiles doesn't exactly flinch when derek barks at him, but he does just kind of freeze for a second or two. he tilts his head slightly, looking at derek more from the corner of his eye than head on, and he raises his eyebrows as if silently asking derek to continue whatever thought he's currently having, because no doesn't really cover a lot.
unless that's his answer regarding the cat in general: no. in which case, he should have just said so before confusing stiles into letting it back into the den. derek puts his hands out though, so stiles relaxes a little and he waits, and if he crosses his arms over his chest in a weak imitation of his boyfriend, well. then that's what he does and no one can say anything about it.
derek elaborates, and the more he does, the more stiles softens. by the end of his explanation, stiles is pressing his lips together, teeth pressing into the bottom one a little like he's trying to stop himself from smiling. for a handful of seconds after derek finishes, stiles just looks at derek with this vague-but-knowing look in his eye, and then he just - laughs. it bursts out of him, sudden and short, and he shakes his head, uncrossing his arms and holding up his hands in surrender. ]
No. No, you don't, I— [ he drops is hands, laughs a little more to himself. god, derek is - something else. stiles kind of wants to kiss him for a million reasons, and he probably will, later, maybe, but for now he just looks at him fondly after taking a quick glance back into the bedroom where the cat is now looking out the window from its perch on the dresser. ] — guess we have a cat, now. Okay.
[ which means he's going to have to take another look at the budget he's worked out and work this in, but that's fine. he can handle that, he can do that later. ]
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unless that's his answer regarding the cat in general: no. in which case, he should have just said so before confusing stiles into letting it back into the den. derek puts his hands out though, so stiles relaxes a little and he waits, and if he crosses his arms over his chest in a weak imitation of his boyfriend, well. then that's what he does and no one can say anything about it.
derek elaborates, and the more he does, the more stiles softens. by the end of his explanation, stiles is pressing his lips together, teeth pressing into the bottom one a little like he's trying to stop himself from smiling. for a handful of seconds after derek finishes, stiles just looks at derek with this vague-but-knowing look in his eye, and then he just - laughs. it bursts out of him, sudden and short, and he shakes his head, uncrossing his arms and holding up his hands in surrender. ]
No. No, you don't, I— [ he drops is hands, laughs a little more to himself. god, derek is - something else. stiles kind of wants to kiss him for a million reasons, and he probably will, later, maybe, but for now he just looks at him fondly after taking a quick glance back into the bedroom where the cat is now looking out the window from its perch on the dresser. ] — guess we have a cat, now. Okay.
[ which means he's going to have to take another look at the budget he's worked out and work this in, but that's fine. he can handle that, he can do that later. ]