Maybe eventually he'll be able to accept Derek's words as truth, be able to
realize that he really did play a part in saving the others, in putting
together a plan that got everyone out and eliminated the alpha problem with
the least amount of trouble. Right now...right now he isn't sure what he's
feeling. This is all too real. He's seen death before, he's seen all sorts
of weirdness in the last few years, he's come close to death, but...but
this is different. This wasn't just Stiles going with the flow or being in
the wrong place at the wrong time. This was him. It's that simple.
When he hears Scott's voice, there's a sinking in his stomach, a
resignation for what comes after. It figures he'd be worried now, when
Stiles just can't handle his worry. Words can't explain how grateful he is
to Derek when the older man steps up to the stairs, not letting Scott past.
Scott doesn't need to be part of this mess, and the last place he wants to
do this is here.
"Don't be a douche, Scott. It's a mess down here, you don't wanna be
walking in it. I'm fine. You'll just have to love me for my personality
instead of my looks for a while." There's still a faint tinge of something
tired there, but it's actually a pretty reasonable facsimile of his normal
voice. Funny how he can fake it okay.
Finally letting go of the chair with one last breath, Stiles heads for the
stairs, careful not to look at the mess around him any more than he has to.
Just enough to not step in anyone. Putting a hand on Derek's shoulder, he
squeezes just slightly as he slides by him. The gratitude and appreciation
in the touch should be evident, to Derek at least. "See? All limbs intact,
no bites to see. Still a squishy human. We need to get upstairs and figure
out how we're gonna deal with all this. And you gotta figure out what I'm
telling my dad about my face, cause otherwise I'm blaming you."
Heading up the stairs, pushing Scott ahead of him to make sure he's focused
on other stuff, Stiles glances back at Derek and nods. He doesn't want to
leave him to do this alone, but Scott is only gonna make it worse.
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Date: 2014-09-04 05:33 pm (UTC)Maybe eventually he'll be able to accept Derek's words as truth, be able to realize that he really did play a part in saving the others, in putting together a plan that got everyone out and eliminated the alpha problem with the least amount of trouble. Right now...right now he isn't sure what he's feeling. This is all too real. He's seen death before, he's seen all sorts of weirdness in the last few years, he's come close to death, but...but this is different. This wasn't just Stiles going with the flow or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This was him. It's that simple.
When he hears Scott's voice, there's a sinking in his stomach, a resignation for what comes after. It figures he'd be worried now, when Stiles just can't handle his worry. Words can't explain how grateful he is to Derek when the older man steps up to the stairs, not letting Scott past. Scott doesn't need to be part of this mess, and the last place he wants to do this is here.
"Don't be a douche, Scott. It's a mess down here, you don't wanna be walking in it. I'm fine. You'll just have to love me for my personality instead of my looks for a while." There's still a faint tinge of something tired there, but it's actually a pretty reasonable facsimile of his normal voice. Funny how he can fake it okay.
Finally letting go of the chair with one last breath, Stiles heads for the stairs, careful not to look at the mess around him any more than he has to. Just enough to not step in anyone. Putting a hand on Derek's shoulder, he squeezes just slightly as he slides by him. The gratitude and appreciation in the touch should be evident, to Derek at least. "See? All limbs intact, no bites to see. Still a squishy human. We need to get upstairs and figure out how we're gonna deal with all this. And you gotta figure out what I'm telling my dad about my face, cause otherwise I'm blaming you."
Heading up the stairs, pushing Scott ahead of him to make sure he's focused on other stuff, Stiles glances back at Derek and nods. He doesn't want to leave him to do this alone, but Scott is only gonna make it worse.