[ there's a momentary relief that comes from the feeling of Stiles' chin finally vacating his shoulder, but momentary is the key characteristic of it. Stiles droops across him and Derek lets out a 'hey' in reprimand, before Stiles slumps all the way over and effectively flops into his lap. Derek tenses, then sighs, then huffs a breath. far from the first time tonight, he thinks goddammit Stiles.
after a moment of deliberating how best to deal with this, and attempting to shuffle his thigh away from Stiles' face without jolting him too much, Derek takes a hold of his shoulder once again. his eyes flick down to him as he drives. it only makes the whole thing weirder. ]
Yeah? Well, waking up would be a great idea, Stiles. Really helpful. [ his voice is low, the words softer-spoken than usual, because he's speaking to himself. pushing Stiles' body back up, he splays his hand across his chest to keep him from wandering. he's proving to be as stubborn now as he's ever been, which means that Derek is pretty convinced he'd immediately return to his lap. and he absolutely does not need that right now. ]
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after a moment of deliberating how best to deal with this, and attempting to shuffle his thigh away from Stiles' face without jolting him too much, Derek takes a hold of his shoulder once again. his eyes flick down to him as he drives. it only makes the whole thing weirder. ]
Yeah? Well, waking up would be a great idea, Stiles. Really helpful. [ his voice is low, the words softer-spoken than usual, because he's speaking to himself. pushing Stiles' body back up, he splays his hand across his chest to keep him from wandering. he's proving to be as stubborn now as he's ever been, which means that Derek is pretty convinced he'd immediately return to his lap. and he absolutely does not need that right now. ]