[ there are little things about duplicity that derek's been learning how to navigate, even though moving with the grain here make him feel a special kind of sick. at home, he'd pick up stiles' boxes without asking, carrying them - as well as his own - back, so that stiles could rest his arms. here, being a dominant doing work while your submissive trails along behind you carefree earns dirty looks and confused stares. derek could stomach it, if his sub were anyone else, but. he hates when people look at stiles like he's anything less than what he is - someone more deserving of respect than fucking anybody.
so he just says i'm good. he's holding the innards of rosalind's library to his chest, gripping the box with both hands. if stiles is done, then derek should ask if he's ready to leave so they can get out of here before they're seen, but a smaller, more sentimental part of him wants to give stiles a moment to say goodbye to the place. he doesn't make a move to leave, though, not even to wait outside. he just... stands here, looking at his feet.
he hasn't really lost anyone yet. he's just seen stiles lose them. it's hard, being on this side of things. new. he's used to carrying everything. ]
We should do something tonight. Just us.
[ a date, or - at least a movie, or something. something small and pleasant and safe that anchors the two of them together, so that they'll have a solid reminder that they're still here, and that they still have each other, and that maybe things will change eventually, but right now, everything's okay.
he looks up, holding the box of books a little tighter. ]
Maybe just... sit on the beach. Look at the waves. Something like that.
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[ there are little things about duplicity that derek's been learning how to navigate, even though moving with the grain here make him feel a special kind of sick. at home, he'd pick up stiles' boxes without asking, carrying them - as well as his own - back, so that stiles could rest his arms. here, being a dominant doing work while your submissive trails along behind you carefree earns dirty looks and confused stares. derek could stomach it, if his sub were anyone else, but. he hates when people look at stiles like he's anything less than what he is - someone more deserving of respect than fucking anybody.
so he just says i'm good. he's holding the innards of rosalind's library to his chest, gripping the box with both hands. if stiles is done, then derek should ask if he's ready to leave so they can get out of here before they're seen, but a smaller, more sentimental part of him wants to give stiles a moment to say goodbye to the place. he doesn't make a move to leave, though, not even to wait outside. he just... stands here, looking at his feet.
he hasn't really lost anyone yet. he's just seen stiles lose them. it's hard, being on this side of things. new. he's used to carrying everything. ]
We should do something tonight. Just us.
[ a date, or - at least a movie, or something. something small and pleasant and safe that anchors the two of them together, so that they'll have a solid reminder that they're still here, and that they still have each other, and that maybe things will change eventually, but right now, everything's okay.
he looks up, holding the box of books a little tighter. ]
Maybe just... sit on the beach. Look at the waves. Something like that.