[ something's cut pretty deep here. it took months of being together for stiles to breach this, and... on the one hand, derek understands better than anyone, the need to stay quiet and reserved about the things that hurt. on the other hand, being kicked out of scott's pack feels like it might be a leading item on a list of things stiles might want to talk about it, and derek's admittedly thrown by only hearing about it now. they've always been inseparable. that's what derek thought.
he doesn't push the conversation any further. he shuts his phone off, gives stiles some space, and he does what talia did, when she knew a night was going to be hard. when she knew she had to break the news that someone had been hunted, or that someone had left a pack. he cooks dinner. it's not hannibal lecter-tiers of culinary proficiency, and it's not the first time he's cooked a meal for stiles since moving into the den, either, but it's the first time he's done it like this.
he's dishing up when stiles gets home. it's just - pasta and chicken and a clumsily thrown together salad, but it's not chinese or pizza, so at least it's a change. hopefully it's as good as talia's dinners, even if it's nothing like her thanksgivings.
derek doesn't... say hello, he just... briefly looks up at the door as it slides open, adding the last bit of silverware. he's not hungry, but. tradition is tradition. ]
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[ something's cut pretty deep here. it took months of being together for stiles to breach this, and... on the one hand, derek understands better than anyone, the need to stay quiet and reserved about the things that hurt. on the other hand, being kicked out of scott's pack feels like it might be a leading item on a list of things stiles might want to talk about it, and derek's admittedly thrown by only hearing about it now. they've always been inseparable. that's what derek thought.
he doesn't push the conversation any further. he shuts his phone off, gives stiles some space, and he does what talia did, when she knew a night was going to be hard. when she knew she had to break the news that someone had been hunted, or that someone had left a pack. he cooks dinner. it's not hannibal lecter-tiers of culinary proficiency, and it's not the first time he's cooked a meal for stiles since moving into the den, either, but it's the first time he's done it like this.
he's dishing up when stiles gets home. it's just - pasta and chicken and a clumsily thrown together salad, but it's not chinese or pizza, so at least it's a change. hopefully it's as good as talia's dinners, even if it's nothing like her thanksgivings.
derek doesn't... say hello, he just... briefly looks up at the door as it slides open, adding the last bit of silverware. he's not hungry, but. tradition is tradition. ]