[ He can't really tell if the seriously is aimed at his pacing or the fact that he's wearing Derek's shirt but he gets kind of wide eyed about it anyway. ]
[ He smells like guilt for a second, fingers still curled in Derek's shirt like he's an anchor. ]
What if I don't get home? What if I'm stuck here forever and I don't get back to my Pack and it all falls apart and you don't trust me. What if I lose all of that? I think there's a reason to panic right there.
[He gets in after, sliding behind Stiles, feeling just a little awkward. Well, he knows it's his beta, and that feels right, and Stiles smells like werewolf and pack, too.]
YES
It's enough to draw him out of his room and to find Stiles]
Seriously?
.
Um?
.
[He looks tired and cranky]
Are you having a panic attack?
.
What if I don't get home? What if I'm stuck here forever and I don't get back to my Pack and it all falls apart and you don't trust me. What if I lose all of that? I think there's a reason to panic right there.
.
You're not stuck here. By Monday, you'll be home.
[He starts feeling that anxiety, though, it's contagious.]
.
I'm just having a moment.
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[Wait.]
Is that my shirt?
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[ Yes. ]
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Do you need my scent that badly?
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[ Huffing. ] I can take it off if it bugs you.
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[He says it like a realization.]
Come on.
.
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Okay, get in.
.
[ There's an eagerness to his voice he can't quite hide, but this is another Derek entirely, Stiles shouldn't overstep the mark. ]
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[A slight growl. He doesn't like to repeat himself.]
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Better.
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Don't kick me.
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I won't.
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