[ there's a flat kind of sincerity there, Derek thinks, but he eyes Stiles suspiciously all the same, waiting for a punchline that doesn't come. with a rough sigh, he eases up marginally. he glances at Stiles, and then starts the car up again, moving down the road undirected.
after some time spent in silent consternation, he tosses his phone towards Stiles. ]
no subject
after some time spent in silent consternation, he tosses his phone towards Stiles. ]
Take my number.