[ he doesn't mean it, really - he doesn't want to keep stiles from having a life, but ever since stiles has come back, derek has been a little clingier than he was the last time they were together. he's not ashamed to admit that he's disappointed by the news, and no talk of grilled cheese is going to distract him from that. something that derek makes kind of clear, however unintentionally, when he chooses not to respond to stiles' meal suggestion at all. ]
I can't, I already said I'd go. It'll probably only be for a few hours I might not even be out that late, I was just giving you a heads up just in case.
[ stiles... feels bad, though. he can read derek like a book, even when he isn't saying anything. even when he doesn't have his tense jaw and expressive eyebrows to go off of. stiles sighs, rubs at his chin. ]
You can still text me while I'm out. And when you get off, too. I'll come home when your shift's over, how's that?
[ he's not touching that cheese, if stiles likes it so much. wouldn't want to rob him of it - and if he's going to have any, stiles has to be there to share in the moment. this is the end of the conversation, if they could even call it that - but derek still scrambles to find one last thing to say to keep stiles on the line a little longer. when it doesn't come, he just silently sets his phone down and tries to ignore the knot in his stomach. ]
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Come home instead.
[ he doesn't mean it, really - he doesn't want to keep stiles from having a life, but ever since stiles has come back, derek has been a little clingier than he was the last time they were together. he's not ashamed to admit that he's disappointed by the news, and no talk of grilled cheese is going to distract him from that. something that derek makes kind of clear, however unintentionally, when he chooses not to respond to stiles' meal suggestion at all. ]
Have fun.
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It'll probably only be for a few hours
I might not even be out that late, I was just giving you a heads up just in case.
[ stiles... feels bad, though. he can read derek like a book, even when he isn't saying anything. even when he doesn't have his tense jaw and expressive eyebrows to go off of. stiles sighs, rubs at his chin. ]
You can still text me while I'm out.
And when you get off, too.
I'll come home when your shift's over, how's that?
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[ he immediately regrets not putting more energy into this - he's starting to feel pretty guilty, surprise surprise. ]
Come home when you want to. Late, tomorrow. Whatever.
Don't want you stuck thinking about me when you're supposed to be having a good time.
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I'm always thinking about you, so.
[ so there. ]
I'm serious about that cheese, though.
Make something with it and tell me it wasn't made by angels, I dare you.
[ ... ]
Love you.
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Me, too.
Love you.
[ he's not touching that cheese, if stiles likes it so much. wouldn't want to rob him of it - and if he's going to have any, stiles has to be there to share in the moment. this is the end of the conversation, if they could even call it that - but derek still scrambles to find one last thing to say to keep stiles on the line a little longer. when it doesn't come, he just silently sets his phone down and tries to ignore the knot in his stomach. ]