[ Stiles stares at him for a long moment, feels anger rising within him. He could fight it. Should fight it. But when Derek shrugs, he flinches and moves to grab his keys, his jacket. ]
Have a nice fucking life, Derek. [ Brushing past him to get out towards the door. ]
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Have a nice fucking life, Derek. [ Brushing past him to get out towards the door. ]