Shut up. [ is the response, though there's an uneasy softness in Derek's tone. honestly, there's something kind of eerie about the way Stiles murmurs against him, the way his eyes remain open but unseeing. he attempts to shrug him off to no avail, largely because the action lacks all the force it might usually hold. even to Derek, that doesn't feel fair. he has to be careful.
not that that stops him putting a hand to Stiles' shoulder and shaking him again. Scott, his mind says, putting a name to an idea, but right now Derek isn't sparing much thought for other werewolves. he releases his shoulder, giving him a nudge back towards the passenger side, but Stiles merely slumps against his shoulder again. once more, Derek sighs. ]
You've gotta be kidding me. Stiles.
[ it's not going to work, but he's trying anyway. ]
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not that that stops him putting a hand to Stiles' shoulder and shaking him again. Scott, his mind says, putting a name to an idea, but right now Derek isn't sparing much thought for other werewolves. he releases his shoulder, giving him a nudge back towards the passenger side, but Stiles merely slumps against his shoulder again. once more, Derek sighs. ]
You've gotta be kidding me. Stiles.
[ it's not going to work, but he's trying anyway. ]