[Correction; you're going to stop kissing him as soon as your father walks in.]
Stiles, are you up here with- oh Jesus Christ.
[Yeah nevermind. Not closing the door, the Sheriff turns his gaze away. Normally he'd walk away, but this is not teenage Lydia Martin or anyone else or even teenage Scott McCall or Danny Mahaleani. This is 22-year-old exonerated criminal/generally tormented-in-life Derek Hale.
(admittedly, the 'not even Scott McCall' thought sends a cold pain through his heart. He ignores it, focusing on the boy who's still living; his own son.)]
[ Derek can't help the quiet sort of smile that spreads across his face as Stiles sits there, dazed. It's hard to resist, just watching the information settle on him as everything catches up. But then he's laughing quietly as he starts talking, letting himself be pulled forward to kiss him again. His thumb sweeps along the curve of his cheek, all of his focus on him--
-- to the point that he misses the sheriff coming upstairs. His hearing should've picked it up, but he was so absorbed in Stiles that he completely missed his foot steps climbing up the stairs, to the door.
He doesn't startle, but he does go tense just before pulling back from the man's son (probably should have remembered that they were aiming to talk just before the sheriff got home). But while he drops his hand from cupping the side of Stiles' face, he doesn't release his hand.
Lifting and turning his head away from Stiles, he looks to the doorway.
[Stiles, however, jumps. Like about a foot and a half. Derek wasn't the only one completely lost in the moment, and considering Stiles' already completely human senses, he's not expecting anyone to come upstairs. Especially seeing as how the Sheriff wasn't supposed to be home for another hour.]
Dad. [Shit. Well, this is cliche as all hell. At least his dad's not brandishing a gun or anything, which, really, is kind of an improvement over the scenario his mind originally chose to show him. His cheeks flush scarlet red and Stiles looks from Derek to his father, grinning a little sheepishly.]
.....sooo, had something I wanted to talk to you about?
If you're doing anything with him, I really don't want to hear about it unless either one of you does something illegal and I'm praying it's not going to be you.
[ Derek actually brings his hand up to cover his face for a moment at that, sighing heavily and shaking his head. He doesn't even feel a need to comment on the illegal comment, because...
Well, it's a little too late for that. ]
This was a new development. [ It's a little muffled but he's trying to get past the fact that he was just caught kissing an underaged boy in his bedroom. By his father. Who is a police officer.
Nothing ever goes right for him, does it? ] Something else, sheriff.
I thought you were going on a date! And you came home straight to me afterwards, you gentleman, you, weren't you not supposed to be home until eight?
[Nothing ever seems to go right for Stiles, either, seeing as how he just had his first semi-decent kiss since like. Seventh grade. And his dad walked in on it. He's still holding Derek's hand though, and he grins a little sheepishly, then deflates.]
Well, I mean, "illegal" has a very loose definition, depending on your lawyers...
[It shows in his face, too- the lines of his age are becoming apparent far too soon with all the stress that has come over the past years since his wife's death.]
Don't get me wrong boys, I'm not here to ruin anyone's fun, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop dodging and tell me what's wrong.
[ Dropping his hand from his face, Derek looks at him for a moment before up to the sheriff. He didn't expect for the conversation to start off this way, but now here they are. He does look tired, despite the fact the date had to have went well. He'd spoken to Melissa about them on occasion, and she enjoyed spending time with Jona-- it helped them both, she said, even if the sheriff didn't openly say as much.
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Stiles, are you up here with- oh Jesus Christ.
[Yeah nevermind. Not closing the door, the Sheriff turns his gaze away. Normally he'd walk away, but this is not teenage Lydia Martin or anyone else or even teenage Scott McCall or Danny Mahaleani. This is 22-year-old exonerated criminal/generally tormented-in-life Derek Hale.
(admittedly, the 'not even Scott McCall' thought sends a cold pain through his heart. He ignores it, focusing on the boy who's still living; his own son.)]
Stiles.
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-- to the point that he misses the sheriff coming upstairs. His hearing should've picked it up, but he was so absorbed in Stiles that he completely missed his foot steps climbing up the stairs, to the door.
He doesn't startle, but he does go tense just before pulling back from the man's son (probably should have remembered that they were aiming to talk just before the sheriff got home). But while he drops his hand from cupping the side of Stiles' face, he doesn't release his hand.
Lifting and turning his head away from Stiles, he looks to the doorway.
Ah. ]
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Dad. [Shit. Well, this is cliche as all hell. At least his dad's not brandishing a gun or anything, which, really, is kind of an improvement over the scenario his mind originally chose to show him. His cheeks flush scarlet red and Stiles looks from Derek to his father, grinning a little sheepishly.]
.....sooo, had something I wanted to talk to you about?
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[He walks over, patting Stiles's shoulder.]
If you're doing anything with him, I really don't want to hear about it unless either one of you does something illegal and I'm praying it's not going to be you.
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Well, it's a little too late for that. ]
This was a new development. [ It's a little muffled but he's trying to get past the fact that he was just caught kissing an underaged boy in his bedroom. By his father. Who is a police officer.
Nothing ever goes right for him, does it? ] Something else, sheriff.
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[Nothing ever seems to go right for Stiles, either, seeing as how he just had his first semi-decent kiss since like. Seventh grade. And his dad walked in on it. He's still holding Derek's hand though, and he grins a little sheepishly, then deflates.]
Well, I mean, "illegal" has a very loose definition, depending on your lawyers...
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[It shows in his face, too- the lines of his age are becoming apparent far too soon with all the stress that has come over the past years since his wife's death.]
Don't get me wrong boys, I'm not here to ruin anyone's fun, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop dodging and tell me what's wrong.
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[ Dropping his hand from his face, Derek looks at him for a moment before up to the sheriff. He didn't expect for the conversation to start off this way, but now here they are. He does look tired, despite the fact the date had to have went well. He'd spoken to Melissa about them on occasion, and she enjoyed spending time with Jona-- it helped them both, she said, even if the sheriff didn't openly say as much.
He sighs, squeezing Stiles' hand subtly. ]
You should sit down.