[ For Derek to even allow this much—chest too tight, Stiles tries not to dwell on the implications. His hand falls aside easily at the movement, fingers flexing in the empty air between them. There’s an expression of mild, curious wonder on his face now; he hadn’t thought himself capable of extending this kind of comfort to someone like Derek Hale. When the folded piece of paper is shoved toward him, he snaps out of his reverie and takes it. Initially, Stiles doesn’t understand what the other man wants him to do. Point out where his grandparents live? ]
Uh…cool.
[ Then he realizes that it has been painstakingly detailed with notes. Fascinated, he all but buries his face into the map. This would be so handy. Like, he doesn’t even know how he’s managed without this for so long. Stiles opens his mouth, about to ask if he can keep the map, and finally understanding dawns. ]
Whoa. Derek…is this for me?
[ Mingled with the audible incredulity in his tone is smug delight, because he already knows the answer. ]
no subject
Uh…cool.
[ Then he realizes that it has been painstakingly detailed with notes. Fascinated, he all but buries his face into the map. This would be so handy. Like, he doesn’t even know how he’s managed without this for so long. Stiles opens his mouth, about to ask if he can keep the map, and finally understanding dawns. ]
Whoa. Derek…is this for me?
[ Mingled with the audible incredulity in his tone is smug delight, because he already knows the answer. ]
Dude.