[ derek stretches his arms over his head, then just - sinks further into the mattress. he's not going to go to sleep again, even though he could - but it's nice to just close his eyes and drift off for a second. his phone vibrates and he slaps around the sheets for it, swiping it unlocked and blearily letting his eyes adjust to stiles' last message.
and... it's... confusing. ]
What? Where did that come from?
[ wait - hold on. that's not a no, and apparently he needs to take an emphatically hard stance here? he's not sure if this is a joke, or... what, so he's not sure what tone he's supposed to bring to this, but he is a little worried about what prompted the question. it's very... specific. ]
no subject
and... it's... confusing. ]
What? Where did that come from?
[ wait - hold on. that's not a no, and apparently he needs to take an emphatically hard stance here? he's not sure if this is a joke, or... what, so he's not sure what tone he's supposed to bring to this, but he is a little worried about what prompted the question. it's very... specific. ]
No. No?
Why? Would you?
Have you?