No it isn't, [ Derek says, the retort automatic and more sulky than he's comfortable with. drawing back, he glowers at Stiles' form, curled into the bottom of his car as he is, and sighs heavily. why is he even talking to him? this is stupid. to express such feelings, Derek mutters an oh my god and prods him hard in the ribs for the sake of his own integrity. ]
Get up, [ he says, but he's not expecting a reaction, which is why even as the words come he's bending again to curl his hands under Stiles' arms. lifting him up into the chair again, he finds himself having to plant a hand on his chest just to stop him from slithering away again. conflicted emotion be damned; he hates him. after a too long moment of standing there at a loss, he yanks the seatbelt across Stiles' body and hooks him in, hoping it's enough to keep him in place. that done, he takes one more look at him, scrutinizing, worrying, before closing the door and heading around to the driver's side.
he sits down. shuts the door. sighs heavily. Kenzi will at least have a better idea than him of what to do, he realizes, with no small amount of relief. destination in mind, he starts the car. ]
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Get up, [ he says, but he's not expecting a reaction, which is why even as the words come he's bending again to curl his hands under Stiles' arms. lifting him up into the chair again, he finds himself having to plant a hand on his chest just to stop him from slithering away again. conflicted emotion be damned; he hates him. after a too long moment of standing there at a loss, he yanks the seatbelt across Stiles' body and hooks him in, hoping it's enough to keep him in place. that done, he takes one more look at him, scrutinizing, worrying, before closing the door and heading around to the driver's side.
he sits down. shuts the door. sighs heavily. Kenzi will at least have a better idea than him of what to do, he realizes, with no small amount of relief. destination in mind, he starts the car. ]