[ Derek doesn't need to hear the shift in Stiles' voice to know that he's changed, that he's awakened. it's spoken to him in his heartbeat, his breathing, the sharp scent of panic. snatching his hand back, Derek stares between the road and Stiles. later - probably soon, actually - he'll be mortified. right now, he has larger concerns; namely, Stiles. the best way to run damage control careens through his mind. ]
What am I doing?! What are - [ - and completely misses the mark. seething at himself, Derek stares down the road, and sighs. that, he'll admit, was unfair. he looks at Stiles again, his gaze hard and flat, earnest. ]
You were wandering down the street completely out of it. What the hell happened?
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What am I doing?! What are - [ - and completely misses the mark. seething at himself, Derek stares down the road, and sighs. that, he'll admit, was unfair. he looks at Stiles again, his gaze hard and flat, earnest. ]
You were wandering down the street completely out of it. What the hell happened?