[ 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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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.