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[ Derek raises and eyebrow initially but ultimately shakes his head. ]
Why are you trying to drag this out?
[ It's a question of genuine curiosity. Somehow they've gone from parting at the end of a lesson to having snacks afterwards. ]
Why are you trying to drag this out?
[ It's a question of genuine curiosity. Somehow they've gone from parting at the end of a lesson to having snacks afterwards. ]
[ hm, that's interesting. a lot of people seem to take offense to lydia and how she runs her mouth - it just seems funny to her. it's only words. ]
Why? Did you get your feelings hurt by a high schooler?
Why? Did you get your feelings hurt by a high schooler?
I--I'm not?
[Stiles blinks, a bit taken back.]
I just--I thought we were having a good time?
[Was he stalling? He didn't--was he?]
[Stiles blinks, a bit taken back.]
I just--I thought we were having a good time?
[Was he stalling? He didn't--was he?]
We are.
[ And that line just sounds incredibly awkward coming from him. ]
You normally rush off after a session though.
[ In other words, why are you hanging out with him? Like literally hanging out, no research involved. ]
[ And that line just sounds incredibly awkward coming from him. ]
You normally rush off after a session though.
[ In other words, why are you hanging out with him? Like literally hanging out, no research involved. ]
Because she already knows what I know. I have nothing further to add.
If you've already spoken with her and you want more information, you'll need to ask someone else. Or find a book on the subject.
If you've already spoken with her and you want more information, you'll need to ask someone else. Or find a book on the subject.
Yeah? I dunno--I just thought we were both hungry, so we could get a snack.
[Why are you making this awkward, Derek.]
[Why are you making this awkward, Derek.]
[ And there's an awkward, out of place nod. It's a talent of his really, questioning things when they're actually going well and messing everything up in the process. ]
Okay.
Okay.
Which would be nothing?
Fine. Anyone else from your world that would know?
Fine. Anyone else from your world that would know?
Fantastic. Thank you anyway. Please inform me if that changes.
I'm sure that if anything changes, one of the others will inform you.
...cool?
[Stiles shrugs, taking another bite of his own sausage.]
I'm going to get a shower after this. But we can fight tomorrow?
[Stiles shrugs, taking another bite of his own sausage.]
I'm going to get a shower after this. But we can fight tomorrow?
[ Thanks for the unnecessary information there, Stiles. He does give a vague sort of nod though. ]
So long as we're still here and everything remains stable, we'll go again tomorrow.
So long as we're still here and everything remains stable, we'll go again tomorrow.
Sounds awesome.
[Stiles gives a grin, and then moves to go check on the food again. Because really, what else is there to say right now?]
[Stiles gives a grin, and then moves to go check on the food again. Because really, what else is there to say right now?]
[ That is the question, isn't it? What else is there to really say? Well, extended conversation or not, Derek will hang around for a little longer before finally excusing himself. It's not as though he has anything else to do with his free time. ]
He shouldn't be having to do this again. It's the only thing Stiles can really think as he stares at the gravestone with Derek's name on it. He's happy the cultists are quiet enough this week that he can even come here, to wait for Derek to wake up.
It's the least he can do, since he's the one who killed him. Stiles can remember the look on his face, still, him fighting the rage, the rage taking over--coming towards him--the bullets fired.
It isn't fair. But then again, nothing is, here. The only thing that he can be thankful for is that Derek is actually going to come back to life. Scott first, then Derek--he's still shit at keeping his friends alive, isn't he?
Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sits at the edge of the half-filled grave, waiting, eyes watching the dirt.
It's the least he can do, since he's the one who killed him. Stiles can remember the look on his face, still, him fighting the rage, the rage taking over--coming towards him--the bullets fired.
It isn't fair. But then again, nothing is, here. The only thing that he can be thankful for is that Derek is actually going to come back to life. Scott first, then Derek--he's still shit at keeping his friends alive, isn't he?
Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sits at the edge of the half-filled grave, waiting, eyes watching the dirt.
Twice. He’s died here twice now and both times have been under similar circumstances. Loss of his mind, loss of control, subsequent death to prevent him from harming others. The first time it had happened he’d died alone and woken up alone, that wasn’t the case this time around. He can remember Stiles being there, he can remember the teenager being the one to put him down. If the nearby heartbeat pattern is any indication, then he’s probably the one sitting off to the side now.
There’s the heavy scent of emotion in the air, circling around his grave. Guilt, sadness, frustration, anger. It’s enough to make his nose twitch and fingers curl into the dirt, right now he’s still too drained to actually push himself up out of the ground. He’s still healing, that much he can tell, attempting to mend injures that have already disappeared and stop the dull pain running through his limbs.
He doesn’t bother to open his eyes before speaking, voice hoarse from disuse, “It wasn’t your fault.”
There’s the heavy scent of emotion in the air, circling around his grave. Guilt, sadness, frustration, anger. It’s enough to make his nose twitch and fingers curl into the dirt, right now he’s still too drained to actually push himself up out of the ground. He’s still healing, that much he can tell, attempting to mend injures that have already disappeared and stop the dull pain running through his limbs.
He doesn’t bother to open his eyes before speaking, voice hoarse from disuse, “It wasn’t your fault.”
"Derek?" Stiles hears him, sees the disturbance of the dirt, and sorry Derek, he's getting a teenage boy jumping down into the grave to dig him out, and give him a damn big hug, as tight as Stiles can make it. He will let go soon enough, but forgive him the weakness. He's just happy Derek really did come back, didn't go home. He does eventually mutter, "Yeah, I know." Because it isn't his fault--or, at least, Stiles isn't going to let himself believe it is. There are some things they could have done that might have made things different, but he can't change that. It is what it is.
Honestly speaking, Derek’s grateful for Stiles digging him out. It saves him from doing it, also allows him to conserve what little energy he has for a few extra moments. He manages to blink once, twice, three times before Stiles is on him. The hug is awkward, the amount of strength behind the teenager’s arms aside, the angle is just odd. It’s take a while for him to relax into it but just before Stiles lets go, Derek brings one of his hands up to the kid’s back and runs it along the length of his spine. He’s clearly mimicking a soothing gesture, albeit a little poorly. Comforting people in general isn’t his strong suit. Comforting people who are clearly upset over him? Far more difficult for him to react to. Should he say something? Should he say that he’s sorry or just let the topic drop?
Thankfully the decision is taken out of his hands once Stiles speaks up again. No blips, no rise in heartbeat. Derek’s content with that, so long as the teenager doesn’t blame himself for what happened, that’s all that matters. With that out of the way, the werewolf takes a moment to really take in the surroundings. From what he can see, still sitting in a grave with no inclination to get to his feet just yet, it looks as though they’re back to the original city. Seems a little quiet though… His eyes widen and his attention snaps to Stiles, “Where are the cultists?”
Thankfully the decision is taken out of his hands once Stiles speaks up again. No blips, no rise in heartbeat. Derek’s content with that, so long as the teenager doesn’t blame himself for what happened, that’s all that matters. With that out of the way, the werewolf takes a moment to really take in the surroundings. From what he can see, still sitting in a grave with no inclination to get to his feet just yet, it looks as though they’re back to the original city. Seems a little quiet though… His eyes widen and his attention snaps to Stiles, “Where are the cultists?”
A little coil of tension slides out of his muscles when he feels Derek's hand move over his back. It's enough to get him to lower his shoulders away from his ears, to get him to not feel like he's going to get a headache from all of this. Leaning back so that he's sitting on his heels, he keeps looking over Derek, making sure everything is one piece, that COMPASS hasn't removed some part of him. Whatever the punishment is going to be--who the hell knows--it doesn't seem to be physical. At least from the outset.
At the mention of the cultists though, Stiles puts his hands out, patting the air in a 'its okay' motion. "Seem to have decided we're not worth their time. They are stealing shit, getting ready for something. Which is probably pretty bad for us, but hey, at least they aren't trying to murder us, right?"
Stiles moves to get out of the grave, and puts out a hand for Derek, giving a tight smile. "Come on. No point in staying in there if you aren't dead."
At the mention of the cultists though, Stiles puts his hands out, patting the air in a 'its okay' motion. "Seem to have decided we're not worth their time. They are stealing shit, getting ready for something. Which is probably pretty bad for us, but hey, at least they aren't trying to murder us, right?"
Stiles moves to get out of the grave, and puts out a hand for Derek, giving a tight smile. "Come on. No point in staying in there if you aren't dead."
As Stiles starts to look him over, a distinct expression of confusion crosses Derek’s face. He’s clearly uncertain of what the teenager is looking for. If he was missing an arm of something, it would have been obvious from the get go. Heck, he would have picked up on it the moment he regained consciousness. This feels like a detailed examination, as though Stiles is looking for some sort of minute detail that would otherwise be overlooked. He doesn’t ask what the teenager is looking for though, honestly thinks it’s better not to know.
The look of confusion only deepens once the cultists are mentioned. It seems incredibly strange for them to be stealing from the shops; it’s not something that they’ve typically done in the past. And even then there’s always been a certain sense of hostility about them. To have them suddenly ignoring everyone after a week of literally trapping people on the campus grounds, it’s both unnerving and incredibly suspicious. Whatever they’re preparing for, it’s got to be big. “Very bad for us.”
He watches dumbly as Stiles climbs out the grave and takes a few moments to simply stare at the outstretched hand before accepting the offer of help. He wants to ask why Stiles had waited by his grave to begin with, wants to ask why he'd felt the need to be there when Derek woke up. In the end all that comes out is an incredibly vague and poorly timed, "Why?"
The look of confusion only deepens once the cultists are mentioned. It seems incredibly strange for them to be stealing from the shops; it’s not something that they’ve typically done in the past. And even then there’s always been a certain sense of hostility about them. To have them suddenly ignoring everyone after a week of literally trapping people on the campus grounds, it’s both unnerving and incredibly suspicious. Whatever they’re preparing for, it’s got to be big. “Very bad for us.”
He watches dumbly as Stiles climbs out the grave and takes a few moments to simply stare at the outstretched hand before accepting the offer of help. He wants to ask why Stiles had waited by his grave to begin with, wants to ask why he'd felt the need to be there when Derek woke up. In the end all that comes out is an incredibly vague and poorly timed, "Why?"
A look of confusion passes over Stiles face when Derek asks his question. It obviously isn't the 'why is your hand out', that seems to direct, and not obtuse enough for Derek. Especially since Derek does take the hand, and let Stiles help him get out of that hole.
When it finally hits him, the human shrugs, looking at Derek with a stark honesty, maybe a hint of embarrassment flushing at his cheeks when he speaks. "Because you're my friend. And friends don't let friends wake up from this alone."
At least Stiles doesn't. He kept vigil for Scott, he is keeping vigil for Derek.
When it finally hits him, the human shrugs, looking at Derek with a stark honesty, maybe a hint of embarrassment flushing at his cheeks when he speaks. "Because you're my friend. And friends don't let friends wake up from this alone."
At least Stiles doesn't. He kept vigil for Scott, he is keeping vigil for Derek.
One of these days Derek might learn to fully articulate his words. Possibly. It would certainly make his interactions with other people go a whole lot smoother. Conversations involving information and theories? Those he can do without difficulty. So long as he has a specific topic to go off on, he’s fine. It’s anything and near enough everything outside of those boundaries that causes a problem.
The werewolf tilts his head as Stiles gives his answer, it should be clear enough to the teenager that Derek is listening to his heartbeat. Hearing out loud that they’re friends is strange enough; it’s the second comment that has a part of Derek’s mind immediately rejecting the idea. Friends generally don’t sit by graves and hope that the buried person will wake up one day soon. And there’s a thought, what if he hadn’t woken up? Would Stiles have remained sitting there?
Eventually he does give a nod. It's a hesitant movement and Derek's clearly still processing the whole friendship thing. His mouth open and closes a few times before he lets out a frustrated noise, he wants to say something but he's having trouble putting his thoughts into words...
"You should have waited at the campus, it would have been safer. I would have sent you a message at some point."
The werewolf tilts his head as Stiles gives his answer, it should be clear enough to the teenager that Derek is listening to his heartbeat. Hearing out loud that they’re friends is strange enough; it’s the second comment that has a part of Derek’s mind immediately rejecting the idea. Friends generally don’t sit by graves and hope that the buried person will wake up one day soon. And there’s a thought, what if he hadn’t woken up? Would Stiles have remained sitting there?
Eventually he does give a nod. It's a hesitant movement and Derek's clearly still processing the whole friendship thing. His mouth open and closes a few times before he lets out a frustrated noise, he wants to say something but he's having trouble putting his thoughts into words...
"You should have waited at the campus, it would have been safer. I would have sent you a message at some point."
Edited 2014-05-04 23:38 (UTC)
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