[ Defeated, Stiles unfolds from his balled-up position to sprawl once more in the passenger seat. Abject misery in a teenager is always impressively dramatic. He feels more mortified by the mental image of Derek holding him bridal carry than by the memory of most his high school experiences. It just seems so grossly unfair this would happen. Derek is the one person he’s been trying to convince, to prove to that Stiles can handle himself. And yet here they are, shortly after the guy apparently toted him around like some lightweight Victorian lady who fainted because her bodice was too tight or something. There’s no way he’ll ever live this down. ]
Why did you even bother? [ he demands, embarrassment hot in his belly and sharpening his tone unwittingly. ] Did I bump into you? Dent your car? What?
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[ Defeated, Stiles unfolds from his balled-up position to sprawl once more in the passenger seat. Abject misery in a teenager is always impressively dramatic. He feels more mortified by the mental image of Derek holding him bridal carry than by the memory of most his high school experiences. It just seems so grossly unfair this would happen. Derek is the one person he’s been trying to convince, to prove to that Stiles can handle himself. And yet here they are, shortly after the guy apparently toted him around like some lightweight Victorian lady who fainted because her bodice was too tight or something. There’s no way he’ll ever live this down. ]
Why did you even bother? [ he demands, embarrassment hot in his belly and sharpening his tone unwittingly. ] Did I bump into you? Dent your car? What?