[ Rather than be offended, Derek lets out a little rumble at him, angling his head down so that he can meet his eyes. He looks at him, quietly human but trapped, kept from truly communicating with him. Stiles might be able to understand him pretty damn easily by this point, but there are still things that he needs to say. Wants to say.
Slowly, his eyes fall half-closed as Stiles digs into the fur behind his ears, never quite closing so that he can keep them on Stiles' face. He sees the new mark that he's left behind, and there's soft affection in his face. Stiles is his prince, the one person that he never thought he'd care about but does, more than he could ever actually describe with or without words. The time with him is time he'd never give up for anything, never ask to do over.
He wants to see his sister again, but he doesn't want to leave Stiles. A grudging noise leaves him, pushing on agreeable but still hesitant. ]
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Slowly, his eyes fall half-closed as Stiles digs into the fur behind his ears, never quite closing so that he can keep them on Stiles' face. He sees the new mark that he's left behind, and there's soft affection in his face. Stiles is his prince, the one person that he never thought he'd care about but does, more than he could ever actually describe with or without words. The time with him is time he'd never give up for anything, never ask to do over.
He wants to see his sister again, but he doesn't want to leave Stiles. A grudging noise leaves him, pushing on agreeable but still hesitant. ]