[ reduced to staring, Derek finds his mouth slip open in the unpleasant ripple of shock. it's brief, the open and unguarded vulnerability, but for a moment he grieves, in the visceral, heart-wrenching way that almost has him forgetting how to breathe.
snapping his mouth shut, he looks away again, and maybe there's a degree of understanding, even empathy in this - Stiles needs, deserves some modicum of privacy, and even if Derek might usually scoff at that, he relents.
he continues with an odd, gruff softness. ]
But it doesn't usually happen like this. [ at least, that's what he's getting from the little Stiles told him. ] So why now?
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snapping his mouth shut, he looks away again, and maybe there's a degree of understanding, even empathy in this - Stiles needs, deserves some modicum of privacy, and even if Derek might usually scoff at that, he relents.
he continues with an odd, gruff softness. ]
But it doesn't usually happen like this. [ at least, that's what he's getting from the little Stiles told him. ] So why now?