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[lupusalpha]

[He's sitting on his bed]

No.

[studmuffin]

It looks like you're hiding.

[ Shutting the door even though Scott's not here. ] Your eyebrows are seriously telling me you're blanket forting.

[lupusalpha]

My eyebrows aren't telling you anything. What do you want, Stiles?

[He's not being mean, though. Hopefully Stiles has learned the difference between nasty Derek and just kind of cranky Derek and curious Derek. The differences are subtle.]

[studmuffin]

[ He does, which is why he doesn't run right back out of the door. ]

C'mon Sour Wolf, don't look so down. [ He moves cautiously, towards Derek. ] I just ... [ Scratching his cheek. ] Wanted to see you?

[lupusalpha]

[He stands up and kisses Stiles on the mouth, once]

You're better, right?

[studmuffin]

[ Stiles looks pretty dazed for a moment before he breaks in to a wide grin. ]

Yeah. So that hasn't changed, right? I mean since I came back I wasn't ... [ His fingers flex at his side. ]

[lupusalpha]

Finish your sentences, Stiles.

[studmuffin]

[ Rolling his eyes. ]

We never talk about it. [ But he leans in anyway, snags Derek by the fabric of his shirt. ] Is this a thing?

[lupusalpha]

We do. You talk about it. Except with Scott.

[Aha is that a joke.]

[studmuffin]

[ The corner of his mouth twitches. ]

Was that a joke?

[lupusalpha]

[Just this face]

[studmuffin]

[ He sways forward on his toes, plants a kiss to his mouth. ]

Are we a thing or not, dude?

[lupusalpha]

What do you want this to be, Stiles?

[studmuffin]

I want ... [ He bites his lip, runs his hands through his hair. ]

Yeah, I want this to be something.

[lupusalpha]

[He's quiet for another moment]

You can have something.

[studmuffin]

Yeah?

[ He moves so that he's close enough his feet nudge Derek's, watches him carefully. ]

[lupusalpha]

Yeah. You don't have to tell Scott.

[studmuffin]

You say that like you think we should.

[ There's a little frown though. ] He'd flip out, right? Maybe?

[lupusalpha]

That isn't what I meant.

[studmuffin]

Explain?

[ He still hasn't let go of Derek's shirt, oops. ]

[lupusalpha]

If you don't want to tell him, we don't have to. It doesn't matter.

[He looks down at his shirt]

But you may have to tell him why your hands smell like they've been crushing my shirt.

[studmuffin]

[ Is there enough to tell him? Beyond Stiles' embarrassing crush and the ... Derek has been sweeter though. ]

I hate werewolf noses.

[ He wants to press himself against Derek. WHY. ]

[lupusalpha]

Right.

[He snorts again]

What cured you?

[studmuffin]

Scott had to bring me a book.

[ He hums a little, lets go of Derek's shirt. ] I dreamt of your house I guess? He had to go through the dream and get this ... fairytale book. And he had to bring me one in real life too?

[lupusalpha]

Why my house?