[ Punching him in the stomach would have been easier. As it is, Stiles thinks of how they were in the beginning - angry mostly. He thought they'd changed. ]
Fuck you, you don't get to say that. [ Because it wasn't, because it could have been good. ]
[All he wanted - the only thing he wanted out of this - was time to deal with it on his own, with Stiles, to figure it out alone, so that it could work on his terms.
Now everyone has an opinion and Derek doesn't want to deal with it.
[ 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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[He doesn't look happy. He looks irritated and upset and definitely annoyed, and a little sad]
This was a bad idea anyway.
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Fuck you, you don't get to say that. [ Because it wasn't, because it could have been good. ]
T_T
Now everyone has an opinion and Derek doesn't want to deal with it.
He shrugs a bit]
Sorry.
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Have a nice fucking life, Derek. [ Brushing past him to get out towards the door. ]