I offered and you turned me down. You and Scott came sniffing around, looking for Laura. But you came by yourself. You wanted me to explain everything to you.
I couldn't. I wasn't ready. But I told you I would help you. That it was a gift.
[He takes a moment]
Scott didn't want you to see me. He thought I killed Laura. I think you might have thought that too, at first? But you could smell my grief.
[ That ... that makes sense. He loves Scott like a brother but he knows he doesn't really understand what it's like to have someone die, to deal with the pain of losing someone completely. His dad's gone, but it's not the same and Stiles knows his friend doesn't really understand how it rips something out of you and puts you back together wrong. ]
The first full moon, you asked Scott to tie you to a radiator, but he didn't, and so you ended up in the woods. I found you before Peter did, and I helped you back to my place, and we talked.
And you agreed to let me help you. And you helped me.
[ He breathes out, feels something settle inside of him. It's not like he can go back and change anything, it's not like he can fix this. He has to keep moving forward. ]
It makes sense. It's Scott, so I'm automatically protective of him, but I guess if it were me - well hey, I already have a weakness for guys in leather. Scott not so much.
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I was angry.
I offered and you turned me down. You and Scott came sniffing around, looking for Laura. But you came by yourself. You wanted me to explain everything to you.
I couldn't. I wasn't ready. But I told you I would help you. That it was a gift.
[He takes a moment]
Scott didn't want you to see me. He thought I killed Laura. I think you might have thought that too, at first? But you could smell my grief.
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Well, I totally am the smarter one.
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And you agreed to let me help you. And you helped me.
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It makes sense. It's Scott, so I'm automatically protective of him, but I guess if it were me - well hey, I already have a weakness for guys in leather. Scott not so much.
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Scott doesn't like me on the best of days.
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[ Sitting on the counter. ] Even I know that.
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I don't know how this crap works, Derek. I'm not a werewolf. And you're not free with the knowledge. Not to me.
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You're right, but you're not a wolf. It makes a difference, having an alpha.
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Yeah, I know.
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It feels good, actually, and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, fingers curling around the countertop. ]
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