Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring.
Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.
“I think it was
a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”
Derek doesn’t look
at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead
weight in the pit of his stomach.
His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if
Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt
obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for
a future have all been for nothing.
Derek frowns and
Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow
that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate
something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular
loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are
the most effective.
It’s what, Stiles
thought, makes him so good for
Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty
seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and
solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan
going to hell in a handbasket, and they work