[ The hold on his wrist has him instinctively yanking away, though the meager few inches he gains is credit only to the fact that Derek is being gentle with him. Despite the swell of anxiety, he doesn’t react out of fear. Stiles may not trust the werewolf, but he does trust that Derek isn’t interested in hurting him. Right now however, he’s desperate to climb out of the camaro’s small enclosed space, to breathe in fresh air and regain autonomy over his body. Listen to me. And, chest heaving silently, he does. ]
I… [ Blinking, he glances down at his sweatpants in confusion. ] I was…walking—?
[ A beat. Another. Then, finally, Stiles is slumping in agitated relief. ]
I was sleepwalking, [ he groans, reaching up with a hand to rub at his face tiredly. ]
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I… [ Blinking, he glances down at his sweatpants in confusion. ] I was…walking—?
[ A beat. Another. Then, finally, Stiles is slumping in agitated relief. ]
I was sleepwalking, [ he groans, reaching up with a hand to rub at his face tiredly. ]