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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?

Um.

[ No. Not really. ] Maybe. I don't want to make other Derek kill me when he realises I took advantage of your super weakness for me.

[He takes that as a yes and lets go, and moves to get something else to eat.]

[ Stiles just watches him as though he's trying to figure him out. Clearly being an awesome beta did something, but can that have been all there was? ]

[He turns and looks at Stiles]

Hungry?

Yeah, sure.

[ Derek gets a quirk of a smile. ] I am always hungry.

Good to know something don't change.

[He pushes over a bowl and some cereal.]

[ He grins, fills his bowl up and leans down to grab a spoon. Who needs milk? Not Stiles. ]

I could usually try and give Scott a run for his money.

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