I know, but lately--
[Stiles sighs and shakes his head, following Derek, trusting him to lead them wherever.]
I know that--but what am I supposed to do? If he decides to go hero, I can't change that! He's got other people he listens to more than me, sometimes, these days.
[Stiles sighs and shakes his head, following Derek, trusting him to lead them wherever.]
I know that--but what am I supposed to do? If he decides to go hero, I can't change that! He's got other people he listens to more than me, sometimes, these days.
So you mean there is only one option.
[Because the other two don't work. The first will get him killed, and the third is--he won't do that. Period.
He stops running, putting his hands on his hips working to catch his breath.]
I always love making horrible decisions.
[Because the other two don't work. The first will get him killed, and the third is--he won't do that. Period.
He stops running, putting his hands on his hips working to catch his breath.]
I always love making horrible decisions.
And you know why I'm doing that.
[Stiles has to do that. It's his family. Blood or not, Scott is his brother.]
I know. And I should be thankful for that. Except--
--except I'm selfish, and I don't want that.
[Stiles has to do that. It's his family. Blood or not, Scott is his brother.]
I know. And I should be thankful for that. Except--
--except I'm selfish, and I don't want that.
I know.
[He sighs, shaking his head.]
Whatever. Let's get started. I'm tired of talking about this.
[Depressing, and like Derek said, not something he can change.]
[He sighs, shaking his head.]
Whatever. Let's get started. I'm tired of talking about this.
[Depressing, and like Derek said, not something he can change.]
Excuse me?
Do I look like Thor to you?
[Stiles gripes, but he still goes to try and pick one up. And, well, it's a comical, sad thing.]
Do I look like Thor to you?
[Stiles gripes, but he still goes to try and pick one up. And, well, it's a comical, sad thing.]
Hey I'm trying, okay?
[It isn't like he's had a solid meal in a while. But he's the one who asked for training, so he needs to just suck it up. He moves over to the smaller log and picks it up--it's heavy, but not enough that he's going to start trembling from it immediately.]
[It isn't like he's had a solid meal in a while. But he's the one who asked for training, so he needs to just suck it up. He moves over to the smaller log and picks it up--it's heavy, but not enough that he's going to start trembling from it immediately.]
Do you want me to fuck off?
[Stiles snaps back, shifting the log so he's holding it in one hand like Derek told him, trying his best not to get snappy and irritated. It isn't Derek's fault.]
[Stiles snaps back, shifting the log so he's holding it in one hand like Derek told him, trying his best not to get snappy and irritated. It isn't Derek's fault.]
I'm sorry--dude, just cut me some slack, okay?
[Stiles shifts his weight, gripping hard at the log.]
What do you want me to do?
[Stiles shifts his weight, gripping hard at the log.]
What do you want me to do?
I got that, but I'm trying! So I'm just saying if I snap a bit don't rip my throat out.
[Stiles sighs and steps in closer, trying to adjust the log, muttering.]
This seems a disaster in the making.
[But still he swings. The first one definitely sends him off balance, and he has to take a few stumbling steps to regain his footing. Luckily he doesn't fall, or drop the log.]
[Stiles sighs and steps in closer, trying to adjust the log, muttering.]
This seems a disaster in the making.
[But still he swings. The first one definitely sends him off balance, and he has to take a few stumbling steps to regain his footing. Luckily he doesn't fall, or drop the log.]
[Stiles is trying to not get frustrated. He's hungry, tired, and this was a horrible idea, but he's started it, so he needs to finish it. So Stiles moves to swing the log again, doing better this time, at least. He is going to be exhausted after this, though.]
Better?
Better?
[All of this makes him feel like an idiot. A genuine idiot. Like a piss-poor lumberjack who has had one too many drinks. But still, this is him trying what Derek said, and managing not to fall over or accidentally smack himself. He's breathing hard by the end, but he's managing.]
[Stiles sighs but allows the adjustment, glancing up at Derek occasionally, before letting his gaze fall back to his arms, nodding.]
Yeah well... [He gestures to the other log still on the ground.]
Could you show me what you mean? I'm better at visual.
Yeah well... [He gestures to the other log still on the ground.]
Could you show me what you mean? I'm better at visual.
No.
[It actually helps, to see Derek do it, despite the werewolf acting like it was a fucking pain in the ass. Stiles readjusts his hold again, and follows the motion like Derek did, and this time, he does it right.]
See? I didn't ask you for nothing.
[It actually helps, to see Derek do it, despite the werewolf acting like it was a fucking pain in the ass. Stiles readjusts his hold again, and follows the motion like Derek did, and this time, he does it right.]
See? I didn't ask you for nothing.
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