[ stiles answers the video call almost immediately, mouth open to and ready to interrogate derek. he's - in the kitchen, walking through it, still pacing around the den. cat's still - fucking incubating derek's shoe or whatever, and derek leaves no room for stiles to talk.
he puts his thumbnail in his mouth, wedging it between his teeth as he wanders down the hallway toward derek's gym. he veers inside kind of mindlessly, following the perimeter of the room and weaving around equipment. derek talks, and stiles listens, and when derek shows him the jeep - not just parts of it, but the entire thing, near-perfect his jeep at home - he stops walking, somewhere in the hallway between derek's gym and their bedroom.
he stops chewing on his thumbnail, casually covers his mouth instead, fingers loose and lazily spread over his slightly parted lips.
holy shit. holy shit, that's. it's.
stiles laughs a little, and it sounds a bit higher-pitched than usual, but he's just - surprised. doscoe's clever. doscoe's a really, really good name, and she's beautiful, and it doesn't feel like derek's trying to replace his mother's old car. it just feels like derek... cares. it just feels like derek loves him, to go through all the trouble.
stiles turns slightly so he can lean his shoulders against the wall in the hallway, lowering his hand from his mouth a bit. ]
It's like. Derek, it's pretty much - exactly like— where did you even find it?
[ he remembers the cans of paint after a beat, the same shade of blue. derek works at a garage, fixing up and selling cars. stiles' eyebrows shoot up. ]
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he puts his thumbnail in his mouth, wedging it between his teeth as he wanders down the hallway toward derek's gym. he veers inside kind of mindlessly, following the perimeter of the room and weaving around equipment. derek talks, and stiles listens, and when derek shows him the jeep - not just parts of it, but the entire thing, near-perfect his jeep at home - he stops walking, somewhere in the hallway between derek's gym and their bedroom.
he stops chewing on his thumbnail, casually covers his mouth instead, fingers loose and lazily spread over his slightly parted lips.
holy shit. holy shit, that's. it's.
stiles laughs a little, and it sounds a bit higher-pitched than usual, but he's just - surprised. doscoe's clever. doscoe's a really, really good name, and she's beautiful, and it doesn't feel like derek's trying to replace his mother's old car. it just feels like derek... cares. it just feels like derek loves him, to go through all the trouble.
stiles turns slightly so he can lean his shoulders against the wall in the hallway, lowering his hand from his mouth a bit. ]
It's like. Derek, it's pretty much - exactly like— where did you even find it?
[ he remembers the cans of paint after a beat, the same shade of blue. derek works at a garage, fixing up and selling cars. stiles' eyebrows shoot up. ]
Hold on, wait. ... Did you - build that?