[ Flinging the jacket down guiltily, and Stiles is shifting too quick on his axis. He used to joke about that, how he'd turn every time Derek walked in, Stiles would twist towards him. Now it's just natural, they've been through so much, Derek's pack as much as Derek is his --.
[ Perching on the edge of the couch. ] Besides, you totally make me wear it. It's like a Letterman jacket only you can't be that cheesy because Erica would paint your bathroom pink.
[ Tipping his face to look at him - searching for something maybe. ]
Pack's pack. [ He doesn't know how to explain it, he just feels it. ] 'Kay so Jackson's like the stepbrother you want to punch in the face but he's still part of it, so.
[ Shrugging. ] I guess you have to look at it with all of you to make the whole thing make sense. [ Because Stiles had been scared, sure he had, but he'd had enough sense to follow Derek initially. To learn from him, to try and get it under control. Scott had Allison, Stiles had needed Derek. ]
[ Trying not to move is hard, especially when he's been pretty much taught to keep Derek near him. ]
After we got rid of Peter. The uh - first time. [ After Kate and the Argents and Derek shaking and talking about pack until Stiles had to kiss him quiet. ] Almost a year. Feels like longer.
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comfortable
familiar
arousing
different. He takes a moment, another pause, another breath, and remembers last night and Stiles sitting on his bed, curled up next to him.
He doesn't smell Isaac, he must have gone out for breakfast.]
Stiles?
[He pads out in his undershirt and a pair of jeans that were deemed clean enough]
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Boyfriend sounds dumb. ]
Hey. Not a horrible nightmare. Sorry.
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It wasn't really a horrible nightmare.
[Derek had been wondering what he would be like with the bite]
Pick it up.
[His jacket.]
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So you're a bossy jerk in this reality too? [ It's the same old Stiles but his voice is softer, fond. ] Good to know.
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[He takes it carefully, his fingers just brushing Stiles']
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[ Perching on the edge of the couch. ] Besides, you totally make me wear it. It's like a Letterman jacket only you can't be that cheesy because Erica would paint your bathroom pink.
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You're a good werewolf, aren't you?
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I haven't died yet.
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You actually care about pack.
[Unlike you know. Scott.]
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Pack's pack. [ He doesn't know how to explain it, he just feels it. ] 'Kay so Jackson's like the stepbrother you want to punch in the face but he's still part of it, so.
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I can't get Scott to see that.
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[ Shrugging. ] I guess you have to look at it with all of you to make the whole thing make sense. [ Because Stiles had been scared, sure he had, but he'd had enough sense to follow Derek initially. To learn from him, to try and get it under control. Scott had Allison, Stiles had needed Derek. ]
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This isn't a joke.
[He says it like a realization.]
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I prefer my jokes to be more subtle. Pretending to be a werewolf wouldn't really work.
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[A wolf who wants to make it work. Who respects pack.
Who is smart and sharp and listens]
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At least you're pretty.
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Have we been together?
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After we got rid of Peter. The uh - first time. [ After Kate and the Argents and Derek shaking and talking about pack until Stiles had to kiss him quiet. ] Almost a year. Feels like longer.
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I trust you.
[It's a statement. He knows himself well enough to know that.]
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[ Practically vibrating with energy, but he gets it, he does. ] I mean it's not perfect but who is?
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He lets go but doesn't move away. People move from him.]
This is...different. Do you get that?
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[ Huffing, teasing. ] I knew you only liked me because I'm a werewolf. Ass.
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[He takes another moment]
No one crawls into my bed, Stiles. I would have done the same if it were Isaac.
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