[ stiles is momentarily distracted by the cat lazily brushing up against his leg, circling around his other one before it wanders off into the dark again. he briefly considers following after it just to pet it a couple times, but he remembers that he's in the middle of making a sandwich - in the middle of a dare. he pick the knife back up, covers what's left of the bread with jelly, and then carefully lays the peanut butter slice over it, lining up the edges.
his phone vibrates on the counter, the sound of it muffled slightly by the folded up napkin pinned underneath it. stiles slices the sandwich into two rectangles, stacks them on top of each other, then picks up his phone. he blinks, eyebrows pulling together. ]
What? No. God, no. She's like - the equivalent of an aunt. No.
[ he pauses to scratch at his eyebrow with his thumb, then start to put everything away, texting one-handed. ]
Sorry, that was kind of out of nowhere. On my birthday, I was texting her about the possibility of not coming into work and she was asking me all kinds of questions and basically wouldn't let me off the hook unless I told her what I was doing that was so important. So I told her it was my birthday and that someone wanted to take me on a date, but I didn't mention you specifically, just. You know. My boyfriend. She kept trying to pry a name out of me so I finally told her because I just wanted to go out with you already. She asked me why I didn't want to name you, so I told her the truth: I wanted to protect our relationship. Our relationship is just... ours, you know? It's not anyone else's business unless we want it to be.
[ stiles tears off another napkin, turns back to the sandwich on the counter, but decides to get the rest of this out while it's on his mind. ]
She said she understood, said something about her... boyfriend? Husband? Back home, and how some people like bragging about their relationship but that she preferred not to. So I was like - okay, hold on. I'll brag about you to anyone who will listen, it's honestly a miracle you like me, have you seen me, have you seen you, blah blah blah. And she said something. Hold on.
"I have indeed seen him. With any luck, it won't be reserved to just looking forever."
And I... thought maybe I misunderstood what she meant, but she just kind of brushed me off when I asked. I don't know. I'd just finished telling her how excited I was to go on a date with my boyfriend and how important it is to me to look after what I've got, and she just... basically was like "that's cool, fingers crossed that I get to fuck him soon", like. It came off like such a sure thing? I mean obviously that's not what she said but that's what it felt like and I guess it's been bugging me for a while. Work kinda sucks now.
Anyway, sorry. It's all really stupid. Should have just picked dare, huh? If you want something to drink with this you can just have some of my water.
[ and maybe less than a minute later, he's padding back into the bedroom with both halves of a sandwich in one hand and a napkin in the other. he seems... mostly okay. just exhausted and maybe mildly embarrassed, a tiny bit anxious, but fine in general. he presses the sandwich and the napkins into derek's hands, leans to press a lingering kiss against his forehead, and then climbs over him into bed, dropping his phone against his chest. he picks it up after a second and sends a quick follow-up. ]
I pick dare only if you're not gonna make me get up again. Otherwise, truth.
no subject
his phone vibrates on the counter, the sound of it muffled slightly by the folded up napkin pinned underneath it. stiles slices the sandwich into two rectangles, stacks them on top of each other, then picks up his phone. he blinks, eyebrows pulling together. ]
What?
No. God, no.
She's like - the equivalent of an aunt. No.
[ he pauses to scratch at his eyebrow with his thumb, then start to put everything away, texting one-handed. ]
Sorry, that was kind of out of nowhere.
On my birthday, I was texting her about the possibility of not coming into work and she was asking me all kinds of questions and basically wouldn't let me off the hook unless I told her what I was doing that was so important.
So I told her it was my birthday and that someone wanted to take me on a date, but I didn't mention you specifically, just. You know.
My boyfriend.
She kept trying to pry a name out of me so I finally told her because I just wanted to go out with you already. She asked me why I didn't want to name you, so I told her the truth: I wanted to protect our relationship. Our relationship is just... ours, you know? It's not anyone else's business unless we want it to be.
[ stiles tears off another napkin, turns back to the sandwich on the counter, but decides to get the rest of this out while it's on his mind. ]
She said she understood, said something about her... boyfriend? Husband? Back home, and how some people like bragging about their relationship but that she preferred not to. So I was like - okay, hold on. I'll brag about you to anyone who will listen, it's honestly a miracle you like me, have you seen me, have you seen you, blah blah blah. And she said something. Hold on.
"I have indeed seen him. With any luck, it won't be reserved to just looking forever."
And I... thought maybe I misunderstood what she meant, but she just kind of brushed me off when I asked. I don't know. I'd just finished telling her how excited I was to go on a date with my boyfriend and how important it is to me to look after what I've got, and she just... basically was like "that's cool, fingers crossed that I get to fuck him soon", like. It came off like such a sure thing? I mean obviously that's not what she said but that's what it felt like and I guess it's been bugging me for a while. Work kinda sucks now.
Anyway, sorry. It's all really stupid.
Should have just picked dare, huh?
If you want something to drink with this you can just have some of my water.
[ and maybe less than a minute later, he's padding back into the bedroom with both halves of a sandwich in one hand and a napkin in the other. he seems... mostly okay. just exhausted and maybe mildly embarrassed, a tiny bit anxious, but fine in general. he presses the sandwich and the napkins into derek's hands, leans to press a lingering kiss against his forehead, and then climbs over him into bed, dropping his phone against his chest. he picks it up after a second and sends a quick follow-up. ]
I pick dare only if you're not gonna make me get up again.
Otherwise, truth.