“Yes, seriously.” And there’s the patented ‘you’re being an idiot’ look from Derek. It’s not as though Stiles will be of any use if he’s bored with reading the same tomes over and over again. His mind will inevitably wander and he’ll start looking for other, more distracting, methods of entertainment. Things will go a whole lot smoother if Derek takes responsibility of the reading task, just until the teenager is ready and willing to give it another go. Assuming that the world doesn’t end within the next week or so, he really wouldn’t put it past the power of a god to cause something like that.
Regardless, he gives Stiles a short nod. As though that question really needed to be asked, of course he’s going to share any information that he might find. Disregarding the fact that the last time he shared information the whole thing ended in his death. “If I find anything, I will.”
Stiles keeps walking, moving to shove his hands in his pockets, to keep them from flailing about. He knows Derek is right, that he has a point, but Stiles feels nearly bad for not actually joining him in research. He just wouldn't be any good right now, and he figures Derek probably wants time to decompress alone, without Stiles underfoot.
The campus is in sight, meaning that they are nearly done with their little walk, here. "Thanks. I'll keep doing some talking, see if anyone found out anything new." Because Stiles is more likely to talk to people than Derek.
The werewolf spares a quick glance towards the distant campus grounds before his attention is back on Stiles. It’s a little strange how there’s something clearly off about their conversation today and yet Derek has no solid idea of what exactly is wrong. He can make assumptions and claim that it’s due to people leaving or the circumstances of his own death but, he doesn’t want to assume the wrong thing. Nor does he really want to ask. So he does what he does best, he tries to ignore the problem, even if it does make him sound crankier and generally more distance than usual.
“Okay. If you haven’t done it already, take those notes to the people you mentioned.” He can’t imagine that anyone has made a break through recently but it is worth asking around. And it’s certainly better for Stiles to do the talking given Derek’s apparently natural ability to offend people in a few seconds flat.
Derek dying has something to do with it, but on a whole, Stiles is just a bit tired, this week. Especially after the debacle with the Gods, he feels like he's hit a brick wall. It's frustrating, and he doesn't want to take that out on Derek. He's just--he's just happy that Derek's alive, at all, and still here. With Isaac leaving, Scott disappearing, Stiles had been half worried that Derek wouldn't come back at all, either.
At least he's been proven wrong with that. At the mention of the notes, Stiles blinks, shaking his head. "Shit--I forgot. I'll do that today." Of course he forgot; his memory is shit lately, and with the mess of zombies the last week, it slipped his mind. Doesn't mean he's not annoyed at himself.
Derek’s half tempted to play the whole note thing off, say that it doesn’t matter and leave it as that. It’s obvious that Stiles has been distracted over the recent weeks, he can’t be blamed for forgetting something that was only mentioned in passing, but what’s to say that he won’t get distracted again during this week? The kid has enough on his mind without needing to hunt a couple of people down to ask them a series of questions. Not only that but a research related task seems like a roundabout way to lure Stiles back into helping when he should be taking a complete break from it all.
“Do it when you have a bit of time to kill. There’s no rush.” That’s a bold-faced lie; there is an element of speed needed in this sort of thing. The sooner they can get hold of relevant information, the better their odds of surviving whatever plans the cultists have set into motion. “
"Oh yeah, no rush at all." Because life or death is really no 'rush'. Stiles snorts, waving it off, "It's fine, really. I should check on the guy anyways." It's an excuse, really; he doesn't like talking to Alan that much, but he will over this. Besides, he will have to give Alan time to read the stuff anyways, so he'll get a break while that happens.
Reaching the edge of the campus, he sighs glancing over at Derek. "So uh...I guess I'll see you?" He knows they have to part ways, now, but it just feels wrong, somehow. Giving Derek another quick look, he smiles weakly, "I'm--I'm glad you came back." He's already expressed that, but feels like he should again. Because he is, as selfish as that sentiment is.
The werewolf wisely decides to keep his mouth shut for the first part. He’s just woken up in a grave after a less than pleasant death; he doesn’t need to get into an argument with someone right off the bat. If Stiles wants to head off to whoever it was he was planning on seeing, that’s his decision. He’s been given a choice and Derek’s made it clear that he isn’t expecting an immediate update on the matter.
He absently nods as he looks up at the familiar walls of the campus. This time around parting feels different but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling. It’s not as though they’re never going to see each other again, and Stiles will know where he is if his help is needed for anything. Derek spares the teenage a glance with a small quirk to one side of his mouth, “Thank you. For waiting.” For hanging around in a creepy graveyard even though there was no guarantee that he’d wake up any time soon. He appreciates that Stiles took the time to do that, he really does. With that said, Derek pauses for half a second before turning to walk away.
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Regardless, he gives Stiles a short nod. As though that question really needed to be asked, of course he’s going to share any information that he might find. Disregarding the fact that the last time he shared information the whole thing ended in his death. “If I find anything, I will.”
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The campus is in sight, meaning that they are nearly done with their little walk, here. "Thanks. I'll keep doing some talking, see if anyone found out anything new." Because Stiles is more likely to talk to people than Derek.
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“Okay. If you haven’t done it already, take those notes to the people you mentioned.” He can’t imagine that anyone has made a break through recently but it is worth asking around. And it’s certainly better for Stiles to do the talking given Derek’s apparently natural ability to offend people in a few seconds flat.
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At least he's been proven wrong with that. At the mention of the notes, Stiles blinks, shaking his head. "Shit--I forgot. I'll do that today." Of course he forgot; his memory is shit lately, and with the mess of zombies the last week, it slipped his mind. Doesn't mean he's not annoyed at himself.
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“Do it when you have a bit of time to kill. There’s no rush.” That’s a bold-faced lie; there is an element of speed needed in this sort of thing. The sooner they can get hold of relevant information, the better their odds of surviving whatever plans the cultists have set into motion. “
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Reaching the edge of the campus, he sighs glancing over at Derek. "So uh...I guess I'll see you?" He knows they have to part ways, now, but it just feels wrong, somehow. Giving Derek another quick look, he smiles weakly, "I'm--I'm glad you came back." He's already expressed that, but feels like he should again. Because he is, as selfish as that sentiment is.
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He absently nods as he looks up at the familiar walls of the campus. This time around parting feels different but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling. It’s not as though they’re never going to see each other again, and Stiles will know where he is if his help is needed for anything. Derek spares the teenage a glance with a small quirk to one side of his mouth, “Thank you. For waiting.” For hanging around in a creepy graveyard even though there was no guarantee that he’d wake up any time soon. He appreciates that Stiles took the time to do that, he really does. With that said, Derek pauses for half a second before turning to walk away.