[ He doesn't think that it's painful enough to deal with, but he just pats the bed beside him anyway. ] There's kind of a bunch of other things that are different.
Wow. This is the closest they've ever been and this Derek is missing the hard edges he usually has and Stiles is kind of still sleep deprived. ] We're not together. [ All in a rush, face colouring. ]
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[He's just.
He wants to touch Stiles. He really does.]
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[ He looks up at Derek, eyes wide. ] This is weird. This is really weird.
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[He looks hesitant, he just wants-
He wants his wolf. Because Derek is still a bundle of problems, and Stiles helps]
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[ He doesn't think that it's painful enough to deal with, but he just pats the bed beside him anyway. ] There's kind of a bunch of other things that are different.
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He's not sitting on that bed]
Are you going to tell me what?
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Wow. This is the closest they've ever been and this Derek is missing the hard edges he usually has and Stiles is kind of still sleep deprived. ] We're not together. [ All in a rush, face colouring. ]
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You don't trust me?
[He can't tell that by scent, but he knows Stiles.]
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[ Staring at him. ]
You hate me and you don't trust me and the idea of me and you ever being anything is laughable.
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[That doesn't make any sense at all.]
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Well.
Sad.]
Well I don't.
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[ He pulls a complicated face. ] I don't hate you, it's just hard - everything's complicated, and you won't let me in so.
[ He huffs a breath. ] You were looking for me.
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[He gets quiet. Maybe this isn't a good thing to say. Something he shouldn't say to this Stiles, who doesn't have anyone]
I was worried.
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[ He makes a noise, a soft almost laughing one. ]
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Better.
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I know.
Do you fuck up my plans a lot?
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You don't know how hard I try not to. That's the problem.
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He kisses Stiles, on the mouth, but then he backs up. This isn't his Stiles. This isn't his.]
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[ He's blushing. ] God, you don't know how much I wish this was us.
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[He nudges Stiles]
Put on a real coat, lets go back.
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You're so different.
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I clearly have been writing too many text tags
that's okay bb! /clings
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