[ ugh, derek has a headache. it's great, really, that stiles can connect the dots here, sift through derek's bullshit and eventually comprehend his feelings on everything, but it took too long and now derek's drained and mildly grumpy and kind of embarrassed. it's a good thing he's a sentimental, sappy piece of shit, because the sun is shining on stiles through the window and making him glow, and when he laughs, he looks beautiful enough for derek to not hate his stupid horrible ass.
mostly.
either way. whatever. guess they have a cat now. derek sighs, running his fingers back through his hair and scratching at his scalp. he figures he'll... read, or something, maybe try to see what he has in their bedroom that the cat hasn't immediately torn to shreds or chewed on the edges of. he walks, starting to go somewhere, but he gets maybe three, four steps before something clicks into place. ]
Wait - you said something was up.
[ something serious-that-doesn't-have-to-be-serious. doesn't seem like stiles meant the cat. ]
no subject
mostly.
either way. whatever. guess they have a cat now. derek sighs, running his fingers back through his hair and scratching at his scalp. he figures he'll... read, or something, maybe try to see what he has in their bedroom that the cat hasn't immediately torn to shreds or chewed on the edges of. he walks, starting to go somewhere, but he gets maybe three, four steps before something clicks into place. ]
Wait - you said something was up.
[ something serious-that-doesn't-have-to-be-serious. doesn't seem like stiles meant the cat. ]