[ Derek isn't sure if it's gratification or gratitude, the feeling that sparks in him when Stiles relents, yields. he sags, lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, and then releases Stiles, trusting that he's not about to bolt. he's not stupid enough for that, sure, but that isn't what comes to Derek's mind then.
as an afterthought, he rolls down the window, perhaps in answer to Stiles' heaving breaths. he doesn't take his gaze off him, however, studying him with close and concerned scrutiny.
which then becomes surprise. ]
You - [ he squints out at the dark street as though it's somehow to blame, then looks again at Stiles. ] That was sleepwalking.
[ he turns his frown on Stiles again, dubious. ] This has happened before?
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as an afterthought, he rolls down the window, perhaps in answer to Stiles' heaving breaths. he doesn't take his gaze off him, however, studying him with close and concerned scrutiny.
which then becomes surprise. ]
You - [ he squints out at the dark street as though it's somehow to blame, then looks again at Stiles. ] That was sleepwalking.
[ he turns his frown on Stiles again, dubious. ] This has happened before?