[ 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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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.