[And so Stiles goes to the middle of campus, again changing into his most-worn down clothing. He's actually washed them in the sink (as best he can), so they aren't as gross as they could be, at least.]
Okay. So what today?
Okay. So what today?
[Again. Well, he probably needs the help. So Stiles nods, and starts to jog.]
Been doing okay this week?
[Might as well make casual conversation.]
Been doing okay this week?
[Might as well make casual conversation.]
[He shrugs as they run.]
Scott still isn't back.
[Which is the best way for him to say he's surviving but isn't that happy.]
Scott still isn't back.
[Which is the best way for him to say he's surviving but isn't that happy.]
Not really? I hung out with Lydia, trying to help her figure out what her old-roommates' extra key was too, but besides that...
[He shakes his head.]
Allison is avoiding me or not talking, and Jackson is doing the same.
[He shakes his head.]
Allison is avoiding me or not talking, and Jackson is doing the same.
Eh, it just went to a classroom. Nothing interesting. Waste of time, really.
[Yeah, the conversation isn't really going anywhere, but hey, it happens. He lets out a breath, taking a right turn as they jog, trying to work a circuit.]
Seems that guy and his wife I was going to show our work left the city. So back to just us.
[Yeah, the conversation isn't really going anywhere, but hey, it happens. He lets out a breath, taking a right turn as they jog, trying to work a circuit.]
Seems that guy and his wife I was going to show our work left the city. So back to just us.
Yeah. I mean, for a while I thought keeping it secret might be a good idea, not really knowing who to trust.
[He's breathing a bit harder now, but doing okay.]
Guess it really doesn't matter anymore, does it.
[He's breathing a bit harder now, but doing okay.]
Guess it really doesn't matter anymore, does it.
...I don't know?
[Stiles sighs; he's always sort of liked this thing between them. It's been their 'thing', and something that he doesn't have to freak out about, or worry. Lydia, Scott--they all keep watching him like he's some sort of ticking time bomb. But Derek? He just exists within his space, letting him do what he needs to do, giving helpful answers, or at least not giving ones that impede him.
Handing out a big part of their bond almost seems wrong.]
Maybe a couple people. But yeah, maybe the whole city doesn't need it, now.
[Stiles sighs; he's always sort of liked this thing between them. It's been their 'thing', and something that he doesn't have to freak out about, or worry. Lydia, Scott--they all keep watching him like he's some sort of ticking time bomb. But Derek? He just exists within his space, letting him do what he needs to do, giving helpful answers, or at least not giving ones that impede him.
Handing out a big part of their bond almost seems wrong.]
Maybe a couple people. But yeah, maybe the whole city doesn't need it, now.
Oh I will. Though that's totally why I'm not telling Scott.
[Also because what the fuck could Scott help him with? His friend isn't stupid, but when it comes to this stuff, he'd be completely useless.]
[Also because what the fuck could Scott help him with? His friend isn't stupid, but when it comes to this stuff, he'd be completely useless.]
Well who says he's coming back.
[Stiles shoots the words back, picking up the pace, panting hard. He hasn't been able to eat as much, lately, and he can tell it's been having an effect on him.]
And he doesn't give a shit about this stuff anyways. He'd listen, but it isn't like he'd given a damn about my reading in the first place.
[Stiles shoots the words back, picking up the pace, panting hard. He hasn't been able to eat as much, lately, and he can tell it's been having an effect on him.]
And he doesn't give a shit about this stuff anyways. He'd listen, but it isn't like he'd given a damn about my reading in the first place.
[Stiles forces himself to slow down, taking deep breaths.]
Derek, the last time I tried to tell him about this, when the library came open, he just looked at me blankly. I love him, but he doesn't get it. And of course you know--you've helped me. [Stiles shakes his head.] Fine, I'll tell him.
I just think it's bullshit he can't get over whatever issue he has with you.
Derek, the last time I tried to tell him about this, when the library came open, he just looked at me blankly. I love him, but he doesn't get it. And of course you know--you've helped me. [Stiles shakes his head.] Fine, I'll tell him.
I just think it's bullshit he can't get over whatever issue he has with you.
I will, okay?
[Stiles knows he's snapping and Derek doesn't deserve it but--]
Sorry, sorry. He just really doesn't like that I agree with you on this stuff. So it doesn't matter if you're not saying it. I would be.
[Stiles knows he's snapping and Derek doesn't deserve it but--]
Sorry, sorry. He just really doesn't like that I agree with you on this stuff. So it doesn't matter if you're not saying it. I would be.
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