[ He shrugs. ] I should ... I mean now you're back I can't steal your room, right? [ Being sixteen and stupidly confused about needing someone sucks, just fyi. ]
[ He makes a small, surprised noise before he's kissing Derek back. He's getting better at not letting his feelings get inappropriate, but there's an undercurrent. He can't help it. ]
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[He can't stand the smell of it, anymore]
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[ He shrugs. ] I should ... I mean now you're back I can't steal your room, right? [ Being sixteen and stupidly confused about needing someone sucks, just fyi. ]
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[He needs something. Someone.]
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[ He takes a step back, towards the bed. ]
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About what this strange awkwardness under the alpha's skin means. ]
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He nudges Stiles over as he gets on his own bed]
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Are you okay?
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Everything is falling apart but he's not going to say it.]
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[ Instinctively he just wraps his arms around Derek. One hand buries in his hair and the other sits at the base of his spine. ]
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[He doesn't want to leave, yet.]
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[ Selfishly Stiles doesn't want him to go. So he presses his forehead to Derek's shoulder. ] I kind of missed you.
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[People show up? God forbid, Deucalion or something?]
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[ No creepy demon wolf here. ]
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They're just clowns.
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So says the Big Bad Wolf.
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It's been a hard day.
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