[He winces mentally but continues on, steadily. Stiles has always had this secret idea that maybe if he keeps talking, if he proves his point then someone won't try to shoot it down before it ever gets off the ground. Usually that involves the other party listening to him first, and he's not completely sure if Derek's planning on doing that. So the words that come out of his mouth are fast, but steady, and he looks Derek right in the eye while he talks, the only thing fidgeting his fingers.]
She might have gotten us the exact piece of evidence we needed, don't look at me like that. [He pulled away earlier as he started to speak; Stiles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, folded piece of paper.] Allison was supposed to burn this, but she held onto it for the fact that she is definitely a really good person even if she kinda had a couple weeks of Crazy con Carne and passed it on to Scott when he came to visit her out at--wherever she is, and Derek, just. It's a suicide note.
[ Stiles is right in thinking that Derek isn't entirely intending to listen to him right off the bat, at least not without interjecting something into it. But even as he jerks back like an agitated dog, brow furrowing and expression the very definition of sour, Stiles continues on and he keeps his jaw wired firmly shut. He's not happy about this, not after everything that the Argents have done so far-- Christ, his life is a fucking mess when it comes to that family-- but he listens.
And his eyes track Stiles' movements, but his hands stay secured at his waist rather than reaching out for the note. He knows that there's someone at the door, possibly watching them, and he's not about to take a piece of evidence from Stiles. Not at the risk of hearing them say that it's been tampered with. Instead, he lets out a low rumble, almost confirming that he heard him out and is considering everything. ]
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Scott and I talked to Allison.
[He winces mentally but continues on, steadily. Stiles has always had this secret idea that maybe if he keeps talking, if he proves his point then someone won't try to shoot it down before it ever gets off the ground. Usually that involves the other party listening to him first, and he's not completely sure if Derek's planning on doing that. So the words that come out of his mouth are fast, but steady, and he looks Derek right in the eye while he talks, the only thing fidgeting his fingers.]
She might have gotten us the exact piece of evidence we needed, don't look at me like that. [He pulled away earlier as he started to speak; Stiles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, folded piece of paper.] Allison was supposed to burn this, but she held onto it for the fact that she is definitely a really good person even if she kinda had a couple weeks of Crazy con Carne and passed it on to Scott when he came to visit her out at--wherever she is, and Derek, just. It's a suicide note.
She committed suicide. The bite didn't kill her.
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And his eyes track Stiles' movements, but his hands stay secured at his waist rather than reaching out for the note. He knows that there's someone at the door, possibly watching them, and he's not about to take a piece of evidence from Stiles. Not at the risk of hearing them say that it's been tampered with. Instead, he lets out a low rumble, almost confirming that he heard him out and is considering everything. ]
You're using it.