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[He moves to go get something to drink]

Scott doesn't like me on the best of days.

Scott doesn't like anything that isn't him and Allison.

[ Sitting on the counter. ] Even I know that.

I can't imagine him as my beta.

He's not in your pack, so clearly he can't either.

He's an omega?

[Wait.]

Yeah, I guess so.

And you let him?

It's not my decision?

Since when?

[ Huffing out a breath. ]

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.

But you know that pack is better than just being...

[Alone.]

He has me. [ He's surprised with how firm that comes out. ] He'll always have me.

[He softens a little even as he feels a small streak of jealousy]

You're right, but you're not a wolf. It makes a difference, having an alpha.

Yeah well, everyone's kind of on strained terms right now. I doubt Scott even wants to think about being a wolf let alone pack structures.

What's going on over there?

[ A sigh. ] I don't know. Scott lied to us. Both of us. I still haven't figured that out by myself. I got here just after.

Great.

[ Rubbing at his temples. ]

Yeah, I know.

[He moves over and carefully presses his mouth against Stiles' temple]

[ That ...

It feels good, actually, and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, fingers curling around the countertop. ]

[He pulls him close, and now Stiles is finally starting to smell right]

[ He lets him, is the thing, lets this strange Derek just tug him in. ]

You really do love [ He stumbles over the me and blushes. ] Him, right?

[He just nods, right at the top of Stiles' head]

Okay.

[ He's willing his heartbeat not to flutter, but. ]

Do you want me to let you go?