That's what I thought. [ He makes a little noise, soft and amused, and Stiles squeezes Derek's hand tightly as he pulls himself to his feet, slowly, carefully trying not to stretch his stitches. It's slow going, and when he gets up, he leans into Derek's side, using him as a support. ]
But I can do that, I guess. [ He'll have to be formal, something he hasn't really managed in letters to Cora. Great. ] I faced down a huntress today, what's another faoladh, right?
I want to lay down somewhere that doesn't smell like weird herbs. [ A beat to look back at Deaton. ] No offense, dude. [ But then he turns back to Derek, a little, lopsided smile of his own on his face. ]
Lay down and like pretend this was all just a really trippy dream.
[ Reaching his free hand out to curl around Stiles' shoulder as he works to ease him back up to his feet, Derek practically conforms to his shape as he leans into his side. They already fit together so well, making it fairly easy, but this is an attempt to warm and protect where he couldn't before. ]
Laura will like you. You'll like Laura. It'll be fine. [ He noses at Stiles' temple a little, trying to keep back a snort as Deaton just lets out an amused hum in response to his pseudo-apology. Honestly he can't blame him, considering how much he hates coming into Deaton's tent, himself. But sometimes, even he's needed it.
Brows raising, he just inclines his head to their healer before giving Stiles a careful nudge. ] Come on, we'll go set you up. You won't have to move at all.
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But I can do that, I guess. [ He'll have to be formal, something he hasn't really managed in letters to Cora. Great. ] I faced down a huntress today, what's another faoladh, right?
I want to lay down somewhere that doesn't smell like weird herbs. [ A beat to look back at Deaton. ] No offense, dude. [ But then he turns back to Derek, a little, lopsided smile of his own on his face. ]
Lay down and like pretend this was all just a really trippy dream.
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Laura will like you. You'll like Laura. It'll be fine. [ He noses at Stiles' temple a little, trying to keep back a snort as Deaton just lets out an amused hum in response to his pseudo-apology. Honestly he can't blame him, considering how much he hates coming into Deaton's tent, himself. But sometimes, even he's needed it.
Brows raising, he just inclines his head to their healer before giving Stiles a careful nudge. ] Come on, we'll go set you up. You won't have to move at all.