Scott was sixteen years old, practically an Omega and trying to date into the most prolific and dangerous family of werewolf hunters I've ever dealt with. You were the annoying little human boy who wanted to leave me on the side of the road to die when I got shot. I was pretty stressed, back then. What with the whole unknown Alpha threat biting teenage boys thing going on. But I was trying to keep you both alive.
I didn't criticize you for thinking that. I know that's how you felt. I know in my attempts to keep Scott in the dark, I didn't make it easy to believe otherwise. Didn't realize you were still holding a grudge, though.
but last time I saw you, I don't think we were exactly 'do unspecified favors for each other that sound suspiciously like selling off pieces of your soul' buddies
[ Derek's not sure what to say to that. It's-- actually pretty tempting to fall back on old habits and say something mean and dismissive so he doesn't have to talk about this, but given that Stiles just criticized him for how he used to act, that feels like a pretty fucking stupid thing to do. So. ]
That's not how I felt about you back home. Sorry if that's how you saw things.
[ Also, he's a stupid piece of shit, so he snaps and says something he doesn't need to say regardless of knowing that being annoyed isn't going to help anyone. ]
I didn't have to sell off my soul, by the way. I fucked someone in the middle of the store. Gave everyone a real good look.
[ not the worst thing that happened here. that'd be the executions. those sucked. derek just kind of stares at his phone feeling like an asshole for a second, stewing in the aftermath of this very awkward moment, and he's not really sure what to say next.
Anyway. I'm just fucking with you. It sounds like a good place to work. Better than some of the other jobs around here. I'm happy for you. Believe it or not.
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You were the annoying little human boy who wanted to leave me on the side of the road to die when I got shot.
I was pretty stressed, back then. What with the whole unknown Alpha threat biting teenage boys thing going on.
But I was trying to keep you both alive.
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and you were the mysterious leather jacket werewolf asshole who we still weren't sure wasn't the guy running around biting teenage boys
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I know in my attempts to keep Scott in the dark, I didn't make it easy to believe otherwise.
Didn't realize you were still holding a grudge, though.
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but last time I saw you, I don't think we were exactly 'do unspecified favors for each other that sound suspiciously like selling off pieces of your soul' buddies
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That's not how I felt about you back home.
Sorry if that's how you saw things.
[ Also, he's a stupid piece of shit, so he snaps and says something he doesn't need to say regardless of knowing that being annoyed isn't going to help anyone. ]
I didn't have to sell off my soul, by the way.
I fucked someone in the middle of the store.
Gave everyone a real good look.
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it takes him a long moment to figure out what to say to that]
sorry
that sucks
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[ not the worst thing that happened here. that'd be the executions. those sucked. derek just kind of stares at his phone feeling like an asshole for a second, stewing in the aftermath of this very awkward moment, and he's not really sure what to say next.
cool talk so far, it's going great. ]
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so.
yeah.]
I got a job
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Where are you working?
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comic book shop. it's not super lucrative but they let me get a job without a dom vouching for me. gets me out of the dorms.
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Don't get fired for reading more comics than you sell.
Feels like that would be on brand for you.
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Anyway. I'm just fucking with you.
It sounds like a good place to work. Better than some of the other jobs around here.
I'm happy for you. Believe it or not.