[ as they head down and down flights of stairs, the head further and further away from the top floors, where wide windows would later spill moonlight across the floor. without the telltale silver illuminating the place, it could feel like the full moon mattered no more to them than it did to anyone else in London. right now, when the outside sky is still dusky and the moon is yet to rise, Derek could almost believe as much. but even his control isn't ironclad.
nor is the - is his pack's, and so he's retreating down with the rest of them. he doesn't need to. the idea of being penned up - in a basement no less, he thinks, and hears Kate laughing - isn't comforting, or remotely pleasant. he could wait upstairs for the night to be over. but this is security and this is solidarity, and Derek knows enough to see both as necessary, even if he counts himself as needing them less. he remembers his mother doing the same, at least, and the memory of her is sound enough to work off.
and besides, they all radiate the same nervous, angry energy right now. maybe there's comfort in that.
EREN.
nor is the - is his pack's, and so he's retreating down with the rest of them. he doesn't need to. the idea of being penned up - in a basement no less, he thinks, and hears Kate laughing - isn't comforting, or remotely pleasant. he could wait upstairs for the night to be over. but this is security and this is solidarity, and Derek knows enough to see both as necessary, even if he counts himself as needing them less. he remembers his mother doing the same, at least, and the memory of her is sound enough to work off.
and besides, they all radiate the same nervous, angry energy right now. maybe there's comfort in that.
he glances over at Eren. ]
Come on. Do I need to get a sign about loitering?