Derek still looks as though he wants to protest. As though he wants to emphasize the point that Stiles could have potentially gotten hurt regardless of the cultists. He opts to keep his mouth shut. Instead he settles for another half-strangled sound of annoyance before he sets his jaw. Just because the worshippers aren’t currently causing problems, it doesn’t mean that the city is suddenly safe. For all Stiles could have known Derek might have remained infected, he could have come back with that driving compulsion to kill again.
He rolls his eyes upon spotting that smirk. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the company; it’s more that he’s a little ticked about Stiles being so casual about potential risks. It’s the fact that the teenager is throwing around his self-sacrificing attitude for Derek of all people. That he didn’t seem to consider the possibility of the werewolf returning with murderous intent. With a short sigh he drops his scowling expression to just look at Stiles for a few seconds. “Thank you,” The words sound surprisingly sincere.
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He rolls his eyes upon spotting that smirk. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the company; it’s more that he’s a little ticked about Stiles being so casual about potential risks. It’s the fact that the teenager is throwing around his self-sacrificing attitude for Derek of all people. That he didn’t seem to consider the possibility of the werewolf returning with murderous intent. With a short sigh he drops his scowling expression to just look at Stiles for a few seconds. “Thank you,” The words sound surprisingly sincere.