jesus christ, stiles trusts him. that's not a secret, it's never been a secret, but derek spent so much time tying himself into knots over whether or not this would be an okay gift and stiles just - trusts him. derek did something good.
derek doesn't think this means half as much as the ring on his own finger - the physical, tangible connection to the very first time that stiles relied on him in this city - but he thinks it's close. he thinks it's good. derek's proud of himself. it's hard to say that out loud, and he's scared he would sound insincere and forced if he tried to admit it, but it's how he feels. he thinks that he did a really, really great job. for once in his life, he's just - confident, without any kind of naivety or ego.
he made the love of his life happy. really happy. that's a really, really good feeling.
the more he watches stiles smile, the lighter derek feels. he's floaty and excited and riddled with anticipation, and it doesn't take a lot of thought before he's slipping into the driver's seat and closing the door behind him, clipping his phone to the dashboard so he doesn't have to hang up while he drives. doesn't care if it's dangerous. just wants to get home to stiles. just wants to keep talking to him until he's there. ]
Okay. Uh.
[ he slips his keys into the ignition, laughing softly under his breath, just because he's nervous and filled with too much positive emotion for it to go anywhere else. he takes a breath, turns the keys, and the jeep hums to life. ]
There were a couple of other things I wanted to do. Just - extras? Add some more speakers, things like that. Get you some fuzzy dice to hang off the mirror, because I bet you're trashy enough to like those. But.
[ he looks to the phone, sees stiles on screen, and he's smiling again, soft and stupid. fuck, this was a really good idea. he's so fucking proud of himself. happy with himself. ]
Maybe - if you wanted to - we could work on that together? Give you something to do that isn't just sitting around making fun of the cat. And... I thought we could go on a date. Even if it's just - driving around. Iiiiif you wanted to.
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jesus christ, stiles trusts him. that's not a secret, it's never been a secret, but derek spent so much time tying himself into knots over whether or not this would be an okay gift and stiles just - trusts him. derek did something good.
derek doesn't think this means half as much as the ring on his own finger - the physical, tangible connection to the very first time that stiles relied on him in this city - but he thinks it's close. he thinks it's good. derek's proud of himself. it's hard to say that out loud, and he's scared he would sound insincere and forced if he tried to admit it, but it's how he feels. he thinks that he did a really, really great job. for once in his life, he's just - confident, without any kind of naivety or ego.
he made the love of his life happy. really happy. that's a really, really good feeling.
the more he watches stiles smile, the lighter derek feels. he's floaty and excited and riddled with anticipation, and it doesn't take a lot of thought before he's slipping into the driver's seat and closing the door behind him, clipping his phone to the dashboard so he doesn't have to hang up while he drives. doesn't care if it's dangerous. just wants to get home to stiles. just wants to keep talking to him until he's there. ]
Okay. Uh.
[ he slips his keys into the ignition, laughing softly under his breath, just because he's nervous and filled with too much positive emotion for it to go anywhere else. he takes a breath, turns the keys, and the jeep hums to life. ]
There were a couple of other things I wanted to do. Just - extras? Add some more speakers, things like that. Get you some fuzzy dice to hang off the mirror, because I bet you're trashy enough to like those. But.
[ he looks to the phone, sees stiles on screen, and he's smiling again, soft and stupid. fuck, this was a really good idea. he's so fucking proud of himself. happy with himself. ]
Maybe - if you wanted to - we could work on that together? Give you something to do that isn't just sitting around making fun of the cat. And... I thought we could go on a date. Even if it's just - driving around. Iiiiif you wanted to.