[ A faint sound of amusement drifts down from the catwalk as he moves along, not quite hearing what Stiles says but at least hearing that he's mumbling.
But Derek's amusement fades as he listens to the melody drifting up, reminded of the one time that he had played the song with Paige with a string arrangement. It digs into his chest and clutches at his heart, and he slowly moves about the catwalk, working with surprising silence. Part of him wants to lash out, war against the music, interrupt it as loudly as he can.
Another part has him quiet, respecting the bars of the piano. Respecting the familiarity of it and the fact that Stiles is sharing it with him, despite the fact that he wants nothing to do with it right now. ]
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But Derek's amusement fades as he listens to the melody drifting up, reminded of the one time that he had played the song with Paige with a string arrangement. It digs into his chest and clutches at his heart, and he slowly moves about the catwalk, working with surprising silence. Part of him wants to lash out, war against the music, interrupt it as loudly as he can.
Another part has him quiet, respecting the bars of the piano. Respecting the familiarity of it and the fact that Stiles is sharing it with him, despite the fact that he wants nothing to do with it right now. ]