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[studmuffin]

[ Holding up the star for the top. ]

Isaac's not here.

[lupusalpha]

[He rolls his eyes and grabs Stiles by the waist, and lifts him up so that he can put the star on the top of the tree]

[studmuffin]

[ That's ...

His face is probably priceless. And on fire. ] Thanks?

[lupusalpha]

You asked for help.

[studmuffin]

I did. The hands on approach was a little weird but points for effort.

[lupusalpha]

I'm not hanging tinsel.

[studmuffin]

You could put up the baubles?

[lupusalpha]

[He goes to the box of ornaments, opens it, picks out exactly one, and hangs it.]

[studmuffin]

[ Clapping.

Sarcastically. ] There you go - you're learning.

[lupusalpha]

I don't want to decorate.

[This is something Laura used to do with him, back in New York, and before that, his mom, his other siblings, Peter.]

[studmuffin]

[ He's about to argue before he looks up, catches sight of Derek's expression. ]

Sure, okay. You don't have to.

[lupusalpha]

[He softens, just a little, enough that he's not about to bite off Stiles' head]

You can decorate as much as you want.

[studmuffin]

Thanks.

[ Because this will be the first Christmas he's going to live through without his dad. He needs something to hold on to. ]