[ stiles heads back into the room on tiny, less-than-graceful steps, and derek sort of sees what's coming before it happens. he sighs, stretches out his legs so stiles can rest on him more comfortably, and doesn't complain when he gets pinned down. he just...
he sits up, just a little, and reaches out to stroke his fingers through stiles' hair. long and soft and loving. he's still wearing his ring. he keeps texting with his other hand, just - because it's still too late to talk. too tired for his voice to work. ]
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[ stiles heads back into the room on tiny, less-than-graceful steps, and derek sort of sees what's coming before it happens. he sighs, stretches out his legs so stiles can rest on him more comfortably, and doesn't complain when he gets pinned down. he just...
he sits up, just a little, and reaches out to stroke his fingers through stiles' hair. long and soft and loving. he's still wearing his ring. he keeps texting with his other hand, just - because it's still too late to talk. too tired for his voice to work. ]
I like you.
Even when you're wrong.