[ When the car begins to cruise down the road, Stiles is distantly surprised by his own inclination to nod off. Either he trusts Derek more than he initially realized, or he’s still punch-drunk from the somnambulism. Regardless, he doesn’t ask where they’re going; Stiles is content to sprawl gracelessly in the passenger seat and watch streetlights pass by with hooded eyes. The cell phone tossed into his lap stirs him from his sleepy trance. ]
M’kay, [ he mumbles readily, adding a “STILES” contact with his number and then texting himself. If Derek looks at his text messages later, he’ll see one to Stiles with just a smile emoji. ] And now you’ve got mine. Don’t send me any nudes though, dude.
[ But even exhausted as he is, Stiles takes a moment to glance through the alpha’s other text messages. He’s not surprised by how few Derek has, with most of them pertaining to meeting times and places. The only person who appears to have had actually conversations with the guy…is someone named Laura. Blinking, Stiles sits up a bit straighter. The last text message from Laura was months ago, despite most of the conversations prior to that one having been daily, or at least weekly. ]
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M’kay, [ he mumbles readily, adding a “STILES” contact with his number and then texting himself. If Derek looks at his text messages later, he’ll see one to Stiles with just a smile emoji. ] And now you’ve got mine. Don’t send me any nudes though, dude.
[ But even exhausted as he is, Stiles takes a moment to glance through the alpha’s other text messages. He’s not surprised by how few Derek has, with most of them pertaining to meeting times and places. The only person who appears to have had actually conversations with the guy…is someone named Laura. Blinking, Stiles sits up a bit straighter. The last text message from Laura was months ago, despite most of the conversations prior to that one having been daily, or at least weekly. ]