[ he's digging the compliments. he's thought this quite a bit this afternoon, but - derek really is proud of himself for this. every little laugh and confession of excitement and somewhat clumsy shoe-based stumble makes derek feel floaty and warm, and when stiles asks to meet him outside, it kinda makes him want to break the speed limit to get home faster. he genuinely, genuinely did something good here. it's so, so rare for him to feel this okay with a choice he's made. ]
Dude, it's not a big deal. You can just wait inside.
[ derek says this while laughing a little, smile stuck to his face like it won't come off. there's light in his eyes while he turns doscoe off towards the beach, and even though he doesn't speak much for the rest of the drive - the smile doesn't fade. he keeps prompting stiles to talk, asking him things in the silence (so where are you going to take her first? and are you gonna let the cat ride in her?), but it's just, you know - kinda selfish. he likes hearing stiles talk.
either way, it only takes twenty, maybe thirty minutes for him to start pulling up to the den, and his smile lasts him the whole way home. he's a bit sheepish when he tells stiles that he's getting close so he's going to hang up now, and... he lies, because he gets a bit nervous about hanging up, so he stays on the line and asks stiles to stay on the line, too. it's not until derek pulls doscoe into the driveway that he hangs up his phone, and even that's just because stiles is literally right in front of him when hed oes.
she pulls into a stop and derek's heart is beating pretty hard. he feels like he's outside his own body when he clicks open the door, tries to get out, forgets that he's wearing his seatbelt and immediately chokes himself a little. he coughs, unbuckles, and slips out, dropping onto the sandy asphalt and immediately feeling like he might be sick. derek takes doscoe's keys out and brings them over to stiles, nervously holding them out. ]
Hey.
[ for you, stiles. derek waits about half a second for stiles to hold out his hand, and if he's not fast enough for derek's liking, he'll grab him by the wrist and force the keys into his hand as fast as possible. there are some things about doscoe that kind of worry him - everything is uncannily similar to the original, but derek's still worried about the paint colour being off or the seats being upholstered with a different leather. it should be okay, but - now that he's back, so is his anxiety. ]
You can, uh. [ derek nods his head towards the jeep, putting his hands as deep into his pockets as they'll go. ] Look. If... you want.
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Dude, it's not a big deal. You can just wait inside.
[ derek says this while laughing a little, smile stuck to his face like it won't come off. there's light in his eyes while he turns doscoe off towards the beach, and even though he doesn't speak much for the rest of the drive - the smile doesn't fade. he keeps prompting stiles to talk, asking him things in the silence (so where are you going to take her first? and are you gonna let the cat ride in her?), but it's just, you know - kinda selfish. he likes hearing stiles talk.
either way, it only takes twenty, maybe thirty minutes for him to start pulling up to the den, and his smile lasts him the whole way home. he's a bit sheepish when he tells stiles that he's getting close so he's going to hang up now, and... he lies, because he gets a bit nervous about hanging up, so he stays on the line and asks stiles to stay on the line, too. it's not until derek pulls doscoe into the driveway that he hangs up his phone, and even that's just because stiles is literally right in front of him when hed oes.
she pulls into a stop and derek's heart is beating pretty hard. he feels like he's outside his own body when he clicks open the door, tries to get out, forgets that he's wearing his seatbelt and immediately chokes himself a little. he coughs, unbuckles, and slips out, dropping onto the sandy asphalt and immediately feeling like he might be sick. derek takes doscoe's keys out and brings them over to stiles, nervously holding them out. ]
Hey.
[ for you, stiles. derek waits about half a second for stiles to hold out his hand, and if he's not fast enough for derek's liking, he'll grab him by the wrist and force the keys into his hand as fast as possible. there are some things about doscoe that kind of worry him - everything is uncannily similar to the original, but derek's still worried about the paint colour being off or the seats being upholstered with a different leather. it should be okay, but - now that he's back, so is his anxiety. ]
You can, uh. [ derek nods his head towards the jeep, putting his hands as deep into his pockets as they'll go. ] Look. If... you want.