[ it really is. he's just being grumpy. derek wipes at his eyes, rolls over onto his back. awake, awake. he knows what this is - stiles can't sleep. won't, maybe. derek understands. ]
It's fine. I mean, it's not fine, because now I keep pronouncing "scent" in my head phonetically. Scent. Scent. Scent. But. It's fine. Give me another one.
[ stiles - feels a little bit bad for waking derek up. honestly, he hadn't really meant to, kind of figured his phone would be on silent and he could just send all of his random insomnia thoughts so they would stop rattling around in his head, but - he kind of likes he company. it feels less daunting, somehow, even if he's just... continuing to text.
he takes a second, then thumbs out another. ]
Clapping is literally just slapping yourself because you like something.
[ honestly - once he adjusts a little more to being awake, derek really won't mind being pulled out of sleep. he rolls over, sleepily kisses stiles on the back of his neck, then rolls back flat and stretches out, taking up a little too much space in the mattress. again: it's fine. ]
Oh. Wait, that reminds me.
Settle the debate. Age-old. Fucking your clone: masturbation? Y/N. Explain your reasoning, cite your sources. I feel like you'd have strong feelings on this. You seem the type.
[ stiles scrunches his shoulders up a little, but it's a lazy, affectionate response to the kiss at the back of his neck. he sighs quietly, but hardly pauses to think when derek's text comes through, thumbs working rapidly over his screen. ]
No. Masturbation typically means when you stimulate your dick by yourself. Or whatever you've got. A clone is like... a copy of yourself but also a separate entity, so therefore not really you. Like okay. Identical twins are kind of like clones of each other, right? The egg splits into two so they essentially came from the same cells or whatever. But we don't look at identical twins and call them clones.
[ he pauses for a second to roll over onto his back. ]
Also you probably shouldn't fuck your sibling in general. But that's not my point, my point is that a clone is just a copy of the original but it's a separate person. Two sets of genitals. Not masturbation. Just narcissistic I guess. Or self-confident.
I always thought clones had to be carbon copies of everything. Not just... cells. Your memories, your personalities. Your soul. It's an extension of yourself that has its own consciousness, but its consciousness is exactly the same as yours. The line between your identity and theirs would be so incomprehensibly blurred that you're basically just the same existence, only... twice.
Hold on. Let's talk time travel, then. If you went back in time and fucked yourself, would that be masturbation? There's still two sets of genitals, but. They're still very much the same genitals. You're still very much the same entity.
[ stiles scrunches his eyebrows up. he turns his head to look at derek for a moment in the dark, but can't really make out more than just the shape of him. looks back at his phone. ]
I wouldn't fuck myself? If I went back in time it definitely wouldn't be so I could get with this. How far back would I be traveling, anyway? A year? Two years? I barely even had time to jerk off as it is.
I've definitely caught you "not having had time to jerk off" pretty often. Good euphemism. Definitely unsuspecting.
We don't have to use you as an example, if you're going to be pedantic. Think of someone else who would fuck themselves if they could go in time. Rosalind? Scott. Definitely a Scott thing.
You're an idiot. Scott would just go find Allison. Rosalind would probably fuck herself though. I also don't really want to think about Rosalind fucking anyone? God. Okay, uh. Jackson? I don't want to think about that either but he would 100% absolutely fuck himself. Okay. So. Same dick. And also the same genitals ahahaha ok sorry hold on.
[ stiles rests his phone against his chin, staring up at the ceiling. thinks for a couple of seconds. ok. ]
[ haha same dick. maybe that's only getting to him because he's tired, but derek lets out a small, appreciative chuckle from next to stiles. jackson is a dick. ]
Okay. Fuck/marry/kill. Uhh. Jackson, Gerard and... Kate? Jesus, no, that's horrible, hold on. Boyd, Erica and Isaac? Or. Wait. I guess "which of my betas would you fuck" is a weird thing to ask, too, actually.
Fuck/marry/kill three movies you have on your laptop. But, like, if those movies were people.
[ laughter is contagious apparently because stiles snorts quietly to himself right after derek's little chuckle. ]
Jesus, I thought my brain was bad. Uhhh. Dude I have like 100+ movies this is too hard. Fuck The Fifth Element Marry Star Wars Kill this bullshit Exorcist prequel/sequel I can't remember the full title of. No wait I don't like any of that. I don't like this question, my turn.
If two people on opposite sides of the earth put a piece of bread on the ground, does the earth become a sandwich?
Only if someone's intending to eat it. If you put two pieces of bread on either side of a vacuum cleaner, it'd just be a vacuum cleaner with bread on it. But if you fucking ate it, then it would be a sandwich. If you fucking ate the vacuum cleaner, you'd be eating a fucking sandwich made of a fucking vacuum cleaner.
[ dude lives in dust and dirt and ash all the time. he's not in any rush to clean the den. that might be a problem. ]
I feel like you didn't spend enough time dissecting my assertion that somebody would need to eat the earth, but fine. You know what I hate? That fucking line, what is it - "If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound". Of course it does? Of course it does. It's so fucking arrogant to think that if you're not around to hear a sound, it doesn't exist. Humanity is garbage.
Probably? We should probably get one. How do you feel about roombas, actually?
God, if you need me to address someone eating the earth - if two people put a piece of bread down on opposite sides of the earth and huge freaking alien beast comes cruising by and decides to eat the earth at that exact moment, is earth a sandwich?
Okay, but. It only makes a sound if you're capable of hearing it. Otherwise it's just vibrating air waves. A sound is only a sound because we perceive and process it the way we do.
Should ask how the cat feels about roombas, not me. Very real possibility one of them would tear the other the fuck up.
Yes. In that scenario, earth would be a sandwich. An incidental sandwich, but a sandwich all the same. Thank you for contributing. For once.
That's bullshit. It's still a sound. The individual properties of what makes a sound a sound are still the same whether you're there to process them or not. The tree is going to make vibrating air waves whether you're there or not. This isn't, like - okay. Remember how I said your eyes can't read? That your eyes just process information and your brain is what actually reads? We're not eyes for sound. Reading is a human construct. Sound is just a part of the universe. Sound exists outside of us. Our definition of what a sound is has no bearing over sound itself. We didn't create the concept of sound. We're not eyes for sound. Stiles. Let me say it a third time. We are not eyes for sound.
[ stiles tosses the covers aside, kicks his legs a little to free them, and then - gets up and leaves, using the light from his phone to guide his way out of the bedroom. is he going to look for the fucking cat to consult it about vacuum cleaners? maybe.
anyway. he's still texting. ]
All I'm saying is that like. Vibrating molecules are just vibrating molecules. It's only a sound because the molecules vibrate our ear drums which is what sends the signal to the brain and translates the vibration into what we consider to be a sound. But what if we were all deaf? Would a sound be a sound?
There's no air to vibrate. Right? So. Wait. I don't know how space works.
Okay. Shut up. Listen. I can see in the dark. You can't. Pretend you and I were in a room together. A room neither of us had ever been in before. A completely dark, pitch black room. You have no idea what could be in this room. Objects. People. Monsters. Nothing. It could be anything. I can see, with my Legolas elf eyes, the contents of this room. Do the potentially hypothetical contents of this room exist more for me than they do for you? Of course not. We would both potentially trip over the table that may or may not be three hypothetical steps in front of us. It's the same with sound? It still exists, on a very raw, physical level, whether we can perceive of interpret that sound or not. We might not know it's there, and we might not be able to process the information and turn it into something tangible and auditory and, to us, real - But it's still there. The vibrations are still happening. The physical, raw materials of what we interpret as sounds still very much take place as a reaction to whatever produced those vibrations in the first place. Things exist in the metaphorical dark with or without our being there to translate them into something we understand. Right? I'm right. Tell me I'm right.
[ the more he talks about this the less he thinks he's right, ]
[ a laugh comes from somewhere else in the den, followed by 'legolas', murmured quietly, followed by the sound of running water. ]
Okay. You shut up. You listen. Because that's not what I'm saying. I'm not saying the waves suddenly don't exist if someone isn't around. What I'm saying is that WE are what translates the vibrations into an actual sound. So a tree falls in the woods. The motion still vibrates the molecules in the air. But if there isn't something around to process and translate the vibration into something else:
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to perceive it as something else other than molecules getting a massage, does it make a sound, or is it just vibrations?
Let's say I'm in your hypothetical dark room and I'm alone and no one else has been inside of it. Let's say I don't move, so I don't interact with anything that may or may not be in the room. Until I personally come in contact with something else, it's Shrodinger's Room, right? I can't know something exists in the room until I have interacted with it in some way.
If you go into this room, and you see everything, and then you come back and tell me "hey, there's a bunch of junk in that room I was just in". I haven't seen it, but you have. You were still there to interact with all that junk. There was still some kind of interaction. If nobody goes in the room, ever. How do we know anything exists at all in the room?
No. I knew that's what you were saying. I just didn't have a counterpoint and had to make some bullshit up. Debate 101, babe.
[ actually "babe" is kind of-- he's never called stiles anything like babe, and now that it's out there, it's kind of weird. maybe bro-y? "babe". jesus, okay, he could spiral over this. he sits up in bed and changes topic before that happens. ]
I just think it's arrogant to say that sounds can only be sounds if we define them as sounds through our own physical translation of airwave vibrations. Pistol shrimp can see a fuckton of colours. Those colours are still there, even if I can't see them. Sounds are still sounds. That's my point. Vibrations are the sound. The word "sound" might just be our way of explaining the phenomenon of those vibrations interacting with us, but those vibrations exist outside of that? We're not the fucking King Lords of Sound Perception. Things still exist even without our influence. If everyone was deaf - if everyone was alone in the dark in Schrodingers room - sounds would still exist, we just wouldn't have a word for them. We wouldn't necessarily say the word "sound" if it was impossible for us to perceive the vibrations in the air. But. It's. Okay. Hold on.
Hold on. Okay. Waveforms. You speak into a microphone, you see your voice translated into waveforms. You'd call that a visual representation of sound, right? Not a visual representation of vibrating airwaves. If you put on headphones, spoke into a microphone, didn't hear yourself speak and didn't play the recording back - you'd look at the waveforms and think - "that's proof of sound". Even before you'd perceived it or interpreted it or anything like that. Right? It's. Sound is sound. Sound is sound? Sound is sound and trees make sounds. If you record a tree falling in the woods, see the waveform and don't listen to the recording, you have proof of a sound. It's still a sound. That's a sound. You don't have to hear it for it to be a sound. It's sound. I'm right. You're not telling me I'm right. Tell me I'm right.
No. Wait. What time is it? Is it too late to order food?
[ there is a - slight pause over 'babe'. … babe is good. he kind of likes babe. not against it. ]
How do recorders actually work though? I'm genuinely asking. Are they just registering the different frequency of vibrations? When you play it back, is it not just the speaker recreating the same vibrations, shaking the molecules in the air that we then perceive with our brains and translate into different sounds? I can do this all day All night, whatever
It's 3:27. I don't know if anything's open. I usually just make PB&J when it's this late. Do you want a PB&J while I'm up?
It's only the wrong side because you perceive it that way. It's just your perspective, babe.
[ sweats? ]
Hold on a second. I swear if I come back and you've taken over Nothing actually, it's fine I don't care.
[ stiles takes a second to refill his cup, then slowly wanders back across the den, a little slower now that he's concerned about spilling and tripping over random shit in the dark. even though he knows there's no random shit for him to trip over.
he's sipping from his cup when he rounds back into the room, but he bends to set it down on the floor by the side of the bed, hikes knee up like he plans to climb over derek instead of walking around, and then he just - bridges himself over his lap instead, letting his hands slide across the covers so his body sinks down and he's draped over derek's legs on his stomach. ]
[ stiles heads back into the room on tiny, less-than-graceful steps, and derek sort of sees what's coming before it happens. he sighs, stretches out his legs so stiles can rest on him more comfortably, and doesn't complain when he gets pinned down. he just...
he sits up, just a little, and reaches out to stroke his fingers through stiles' hair. long and soft and loving. he's still wearing his ring. he keeps texting with his other hand, just - because it's still too late to talk. too tired for his voice to work. ]
[ stiles' phone buzzes from somewhere by his hands where he left it, but he doesn't grab for it at first. it's not secret by now that he's a sucker for physical affection, and fingers in his hair is - probably one of his favorite things, probably one of the easiest and quickest ways to get him to relax. not that he's not relaxed right now, but he becomes more of a deadweight than he already currently is, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes closed.
his phone buzzes again. stiles cracks his eyes open and slides his hands around until he finds it, dragging it closer. he smiles sleepily, also replying with one hand. ]
I mean You're okay I guess Even when you think you're right.
Sorry you always have such a hard time sleeping. Wish I could do more for you than just brutally eviscerate you in arguments about the definition of sound.
[ and he thinks stiles is probably too sleepy to fuck, which is, like, option B. even though it's been a new month for, like, three hours. quota's ready to be met again. not that he'll say that. not that he's even thinking it? he's, uh. he's happy to just keep playing with stiles' hair. ]
We've probably burned out two truths and a lie. Truth or dare seems boring. Ask me some weird would you rather questions.
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[ it really is. he's just being grumpy. derek wipes at his eyes, rolls over onto his back. awake, awake. he knows what this is - stiles can't sleep. won't, maybe. derek understands. ]
It's fine.
I mean, it's not fine, because now I keep pronouncing "scent" in my head phonetically.
Scent. Scent. Scent.
But.
It's fine.
Give me another one.
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he takes a second, then thumbs out another. ]
Clapping is literally just slapping yourself because you like something.
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Oh. Wait, that reminds me.
Settle the debate. Age-old.
Fucking your clone: masturbation? Y/N. Explain your reasoning, cite your sources.
I feel like you'd have strong feelings on this. You seem the type.
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No.
Masturbation typically means when you stimulate your dick by yourself.
Or whatever you've got.
A clone is like... a copy of yourself but also a separate entity, so therefore not really you.
Like okay.
Identical twins are kind of like clones of each other, right?
The egg splits into two so they essentially came from the same cells or whatever.
But we don't look at identical twins and call them clones.
[ he pauses for a second to roll over onto his back. ]
Also you probably shouldn't fuck your sibling in general.
But that's not my point, my point is that a clone is just a copy of the original but it's a separate person.
Two sets of genitals.
Not masturbation.
Just narcissistic I guess.
Or self-confident.
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Not just... cells.
Your memories, your personalities. Your soul.
It's an extension of yourself that has its own consciousness, but its consciousness is exactly the same as yours.
The line between your identity and theirs would be so incomprehensibly blurred that you're basically just the same existence, only... twice.
Hold on.
Let's talk time travel, then.
If you went back in time and fucked yourself, would that be masturbation?
There's still two sets of genitals, but. They're still very much the same genitals. You're still very much the same entity.
[ he's so fucking tired. ]
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I wouldn't fuck myself?
If I went back in time it definitely wouldn't be so I could get with this.
How far back would I be traveling, anyway? A year? Two years?
I barely even had time to jerk off as it is.
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Good euphemism. Definitely unsuspecting.
We don't have to use you as an example, if you're going to be pedantic.
Think of someone else who would fuck themselves if they could go in time.
Rosalind? Scott. Definitely a Scott thing.
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Scott would just go find Allison.
Rosalind would probably fuck herself though.
I also don't really want to think about Rosalind fucking anyone?
God.
Okay, uh.
Jackson?
I don't want to think about that either but he would 100% absolutely fuck himself.
Okay. So. Same dick. And also the same genitals ahahaha ok sorry hold on.
[ stiles rests his phone against his chin, staring up at the ceiling. thinks for a couple of seconds. ok. ]
Definitely masturbation.
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Okay.
Fuck/marry/kill. Uhh.
Jackson, Gerard and... Kate? Jesus, no, that's horrible, hold on.
Boyd, Erica and Isaac?
Or. Wait.
I guess "which of my betas would you fuck" is a weird thing to ask, too, actually.
Fuck/marry/kill three movies you have on your laptop. But, like, if those movies were people.
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Jesus, I thought my brain was bad.
Uhhh.
Dude I have like 100+ movies this is too hard.
Fuck The Fifth Element
Marry Star Wars
Kill this bullshit Exorcist prequel/sequel I can't remember the full title of.
No wait I don't like any of that.
I don't like this question, my turn.
If two people on opposite sides of the earth put a piece of bread on the ground, does the earth become a sandwich?
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Only if someone's intending to eat it.
If you put two pieces of bread on either side of a vacuum cleaner, it'd just be a vacuum cleaner with bread on it.
But if you fucking ate it, then it would be a sandwich. If you fucking ate the vacuum cleaner, you'd be eating a fucking sandwich made of a fucking vacuum cleaner.
Are hotdogs sandwiches?
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No.
It's one piece of bread with a seam.
Nobody has ever been inside of an empty room.
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[ dude lives in dust and dirt and ash all the time. he's not in any rush to clean the den. that might be a problem. ]
I feel like you didn't spend enough time dissecting my assertion that somebody would need to eat the earth, but fine.
You know what I hate? That fucking line, what is it -
"If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound".
Of course it does? Of course it does. It's so fucking arrogant to think that if you're not around to hear a sound, it doesn't exist.
Humanity is garbage.
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We should probably get one.
How do you feel about roombas, actually?
God, if you need me to address someone eating the earth - if two people put a piece of bread down on opposite sides of the earth and huge freaking alien beast comes cruising by and decides to eat the earth at that exact moment, is earth a sandwich?
Okay, but.
It only makes a sound if you're capable of hearing it.
Otherwise it's just vibrating air waves.
A sound is only a sound because we perceive and process it the way we do.
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Very real possibility one of them would tear the other the fuck up.
Yes. In that scenario, earth would be a sandwich. An incidental sandwich, but a sandwich all the same.
Thank you for contributing.
For once.
That's bullshit. It's still a sound.
The individual properties of what makes a sound a sound are still the same whether you're there to process them or not. The tree is going to make vibrating air waves whether you're there or not.
This isn't, like - okay.
Remember how I said your eyes can't read? That your eyes just process information and your brain is what actually reads?
We're not eyes for sound. Reading is a human construct. Sound is just a part of the universe. Sound exists outside of us. Our definition of what a sound is has no bearing over sound itself. We didn't create the concept of sound.
We're not eyes for sound. Stiles.
Let me say it a third time.
We are not eyes for sound.
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Brb.
[ stiles tosses the covers aside, kicks his legs a little to free them, and then - gets up and leaves, using the light from his phone to guide his way out of the bedroom. is he going to look for the fucking cat to consult it about vacuum cleaners? maybe.
anyway. he's still texting. ]
All I'm saying is that like.
Vibrating molecules are just vibrating molecules. It's only a sound because the molecules vibrate our ear drums which is what sends the signal to the brain and translates the vibration into what we consider to be a sound.
But what if we were all deaf?
Would a sound be a sound?
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Right? So.
Wait.
I don't know how space works.
Okay. Shut up. Listen.
I can see in the dark.
You can't.
Pretend you and I were in a room together. A room neither of us had ever been in before. A completely dark, pitch black room. You have no idea what could be in this room. Objects. People. Monsters. Nothing. It could be anything.
I can see, with my Legolas elf eyes, the contents of this room.
Do the potentially hypothetical contents of this room exist more for me than they do for you? Of course not. We would both potentially trip over the table that may or may not be three hypothetical steps in front of us.
It's the same with sound?
It still exists, on a very raw, physical level, whether we can perceive of interpret that sound or not.
We might not know it's there, and we might not be able to process the information and turn it into something tangible and auditory and, to us, real -
But it's still there. The vibrations are still happening. The physical, raw materials of what we interpret as sounds still very much take place as a reaction to whatever produced those vibrations in the first place.
Things exist in the metaphorical dark with or without our being there to translate them into something we understand.
Right?
I'm right.
Tell me I'm right.
[ the more he talks about this the less he thinks he's right, ]
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Okay. You shut up. You listen.
Because that's not what I'm saying.
I'm not saying the waves suddenly don't exist if someone isn't around.
What I'm saying is that WE are what translates the vibrations into an actual sound.
So a tree falls in the woods.
The motion still vibrates the molecules in the air.
But if there isn't something around to process and translate the vibration into something else:
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to perceive it as something else other than molecules getting a massage, does it make a sound, or is it just vibrations?
Let's say I'm in your hypothetical dark room and I'm alone and no one else has been inside of it. Let's say I don't move, so I don't interact with anything that may or may not be in the room. Until I personally come in contact with something else, it's Shrodinger's Room, right? I can't know something exists in the room until I have interacted with it in some way.
If you go into this room, and you see everything, and then you come back and tell me "hey, there's a bunch of junk in that room I was just in". I haven't seen it, but you have. You were still there to interact with all that junk. There was still some kind of interaction. If nobody goes in the room, ever. How do we know anything exists at all in the room?
Do you want water?
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Debate 101, babe.
[ actually "babe" is kind of-- he's never called stiles anything like babe, and now that it's out there, it's kind of weird. maybe bro-y? "babe". jesus, okay, he could spiral over this. he sits up in bed and changes topic before that happens. ]
I just think it's arrogant to say that sounds can only be sounds if we define them as sounds through our own physical translation of airwave vibrations.
Pistol shrimp can see a fuckton of colours.
Those colours are still there, even if I can't see them.
Sounds are still sounds.
That's my point.
Vibrations are the sound. The word "sound" might just be our way of explaining the phenomenon of those vibrations interacting with us, but those vibrations exist outside of that? We're not the fucking King Lords of Sound Perception.
Things still exist even without our influence. If everyone was deaf - if everyone was alone in the dark in Schrodingers room - sounds would still exist, we just wouldn't have a word for them. We wouldn't necessarily say the word "sound" if it was impossible for us to perceive the vibrations in the air. But. It's.
Okay.
Hold on.
Hold on. Okay.
Waveforms. You speak into a microphone, you see your voice translated into waveforms.
You'd call that a visual representation of sound, right? Not a visual representation of vibrating airwaves.
If you put on headphones, spoke into a microphone, didn't hear yourself speak and didn't play the recording back - you'd look at the waveforms and think - "that's proof of sound".
Even before you'd perceived it or interpreted it or anything like that. Right?
It's. Sound is sound. Sound is sound? Sound is sound and trees make sounds. If you record a tree falling in the woods, see the waveform and don't listen to the recording, you have proof of a sound. It's still a sound. That's a sound. You don't have to hear it for it to be a sound. It's sound.
I'm right. You're not telling me I'm right.
Tell me I'm right.
No.
Wait.
What time is it? Is it too late to order food?
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How do recorders actually work though?
I'm genuinely asking.
Are they just registering the different frequency of vibrations?
When you play it back, is it not just the speaker recreating the same vibrations, shaking the molecules in the air that we then perceive with our brains and translate into different sounds?
I can do this all day
All night, whatever
It's 3:27.
I don't know if anything's open.
I usually just make PB&J when it's this late.
Do you want a PB&J while I'm up?
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You're on the wrong side of history.
[ read: no idea. ]
No. It's fine. I can pick something up later.
Mostly just want you to come back to bed.
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It's just your perspective, babe.
[ sweats? ]
Hold on a second.
I swear if I come back and you've taken over
Nothing actually, it's fine
I don't care.
[ stiles takes a second to refill his cup, then slowly wanders back across the den, a little slower now that he's concerned about spilling and tripping over random shit in the dark. even though he knows there's no random shit for him to trip over.
he's sipping from his cup when he rounds back into the room, but he bends to set it down on the floor by the side of the bed, hikes knee up like he plans to climb over derek instead of walking around, and then he just - bridges himself over his lap instead, letting his hands slide across the covers so his body sinks down and he's draped over derek's legs on his stomach. ]
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[ stiles heads back into the room on tiny, less-than-graceful steps, and derek sort of sees what's coming before it happens. he sighs, stretches out his legs so stiles can rest on him more comfortably, and doesn't complain when he gets pinned down. he just...
he sits up, just a little, and reaches out to stroke his fingers through stiles' hair. long and soft and loving. he's still wearing his ring. he keeps texting with his other hand, just - because it's still too late to talk. too tired for his voice to work. ]
I like you.
Even when you're wrong.
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his phone buzzes again. stiles cracks his eyes open and slides his hands around until he finds it, dragging it closer. he smiles sleepily, also replying with one hand. ]
I mean
You're okay I guess
Even when you think you're right.
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Sorry you always have such a hard time sleeping.
Wish I could do more for you than just brutally eviscerate you in arguments about the definition of sound.
[ and he thinks stiles is probably too sleepy to fuck, which is, like, option B. even though it's been a new month for, like, three hours. quota's ready to be met again. not that he'll say that. not that he's even thinking it? he's, uh. he's happy to just keep playing with stiles' hair. ]
We've probably burned out two truths and a lie.
Truth or dare seems boring.
Ask me some weird would you rather questions.
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