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I can't even imagine a world where we don't end up in our own personal hell.

I found you, and I trained you.

[He leans a little, he really wants to pull Stiles into his lap]

You helped me choose my betas.

Huh.

[ He can't imagine Derek letting him in like that, can't imagine helping. ] I guess I must've got the whole werewolf thing then, right? Like, did I fight back?

I think you wanted to.

But you knew better.

Wolf hypnotism?

[He looks confused for a minute]

What?

[Stiles.]

You didn't like me at first. You wanted to do it on you own. But after your first full moon, you realized you couldn't.

Oh.

[ 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?

[Derek smiles. It's Stiles' mom.]

You know what it is.

[ He looks down for a second, because yeah, he can guess. ]

So, the pack's happy? I mean your pack? They're good?

Except for Jackson, but he's never happy.

Biting him was a mistake.

Please tell me I didn't tell you to bite Jackson. Other me's different, sure, but that's way out there.

No, you told me it would be a bad idea.

[He snuffs a bit.]

But you like bossing him around.

I get to boss him around?

You're my second in command.

Plus you're better at this than he is.

Yes.

[ Fistpump. ]

[He moves, then, but catches himself before he pulls Stiles closer, and moves just a little ways away]

You seem to like it.

Well, being better than Jackson at something sounds awesome. [ Sing song-y voice because it makes him unnaturally happy. ]

[He suppresses a grin at that]

You're better than Jackson at a lot of things.

That's totally not something I thought I'd ever hear.

Well, you're hearing it now.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

[He moves back again]

We should get your bed up.

[Sleep in my bed, sleep with me.]

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. ]

Please.

[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]

Okay. Okay.

[ Nervously. ] I'll stick around.

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I clearly have been writing too many text tags

that's okay bb! /clings

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