Oh. You want me to stay here. [ He kind of wants to say no simply because leaving was hard enough before. But this Derek is without all his rough edges and he's making Stiles even more confused. ]
We don't. Where I'm from. They left school and ran away to live in your creepy underground train. I mean, there's some life saving going on but we're not friends.
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[ He wonders what it might have been like if it had been him and not Scott - would he have been more inclined to letting Derek help?
Something hits then. ] What's my anchor?
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You know what it is.
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So, the pack's happy? I mean your pack? They're good?
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Biting him was a mistake.
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[He snuffs a bit.]
But you like bossing him around.
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Plus you're better at this than he is.
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[ Fistpump. ]
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You seem to like it.
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You're better than Jackson at a lot of things.
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I clearly have been writing too many text tags
We should get your bed up.
[Sleep in my bed, sleep with me.]
that's okay bb! /clings
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[He says it suddenly - he hadn't meant to, it's something he doesn't even do at home. Stiles just knows.
But everything smells differently, even his boyfriend, and he just wants something familiar, even if it is on the other side of the room]
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[ Nervously. ] I'll stick around.
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Hey, where's Isaac?
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[He looks a little puzzled]
You're all friends. You hang out at school.
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