[ it's a lot of movement and a lot of noise in comparison to the rest of the night so far, but even so, stiles is still tired enough that, without turning over, it takes him way too long to figure out what derek's doing. getting comfortable, he assumes, settling back in to doze off again, but derek's texts say otherwise. stiles furrows his eyebrows a bit at his phone, then slowly turns over onto his back, tilting his head up a little to look at derek for a moment.
he watches him text. if he were a little more awake, he'd probably realize just how creepy it is to just lay there staring up at someone who is literally composing a text message to him as if they aren't a foot apart from each other, but - he's a little bit captivated by the shadows cast over derek's face by the dim light from his phone. he looks sharp and soft at the same time.
stiles chews on his thumbnail, phone in his other hand as he reads. ... and he doesn't say anything at all. instead, he just puts his phoned down and he turns onto his side and he scoots closer to derek until his chest is kind of in derek's lap and his arm is curled around his torso and his cheek is pressed against his ribs.
he just - breathes. closes his eyes and slips his hand up underneath derek's shirt just to feel a little bit closer, and it feels - better. this feels better. it's a while before he untangles himself enough so he can reach for his phone, still draped halfway into derek's lap, texting with one hand. ]
You already apologized. And it wouldn't hurt for me to be a little more organized. You weren't exactly wrong. Anyway. Doesn't matter. I'll try to be more open about Everything I guess. I'm not really used to anyone listening to me and wanting to know what I think as much as you do Things got kind of bad for a little bit back home, not that long before me and Scott showed up here And it's not something I really want to get into right now just because it's super late and it's a lot and it's probably better to talk about it when I'm not exhausted, and less Emotionally vulnerable from lack of sleep But the point more or less is that it kind of messed me up a little when it comes to talking about stuff anymore and sometimes I forget that you weren't part of that I don't know how I forget because I spent so much time kind of wishing that you were But that's not fair to you because you listen to me and you pay attention and you've always done that So I'm gonna try to do better too.
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he watches him text. if he were a little more awake, he'd probably realize just how creepy it is to just lay there staring up at someone who is literally composing a text message to him as if they aren't a foot apart from each other, but - he's a little bit captivated by the shadows cast over derek's face by the dim light from his phone. he looks sharp and soft at the same time.
stiles chews on his thumbnail, phone in his other hand as he reads. ... and he doesn't say anything at all. instead, he just puts his phoned down and he turns onto his side and he scoots closer to derek until his chest is kind of in derek's lap and his arm is curled around his torso and his cheek is pressed against his ribs.
he just - breathes. closes his eyes and slips his hand up underneath derek's shirt just to feel a little bit closer, and it feels - better. this feels better. it's a while before he untangles himself enough so he can reach for his phone, still draped halfway into derek's lap, texting with one hand. ]
You already apologized.
And it wouldn't hurt for me to be a little more organized. You weren't exactly wrong.
Anyway. Doesn't matter.
I'll try to be more open about
Everything I guess.
I'm not really used to anyone listening to me and wanting to know what I think as much as you do
Things got kind of bad for a little bit back home, not that long before me and Scott showed up here
And it's not something I really want to get into right now just because it's super late and it's a lot and it's probably better to talk about it when I'm not exhausted, and less
Emotionally vulnerable from lack of sleep
But the point more or less is that it kind of messed me up a little when it comes to talking about stuff anymore and sometimes I forget that you weren't part of that
I don't know how I forget because I spent so much time kind of wishing that you were
But that's not fair to you because you listen to me and you pay attention and you've always done that
So I'm gonna try to do better too.