Derek doesn't remember how to fill silences anymore, there've been too many of them for too long, with too much pain buried under them. He'd tried for Laura, they'd tiptoed around each others' pain and guilt, however misplaced in her case, and tried to rebuild something like a life, but that's gone now, and the only person he might ever have told any of it is gone as well. He almost visibly shakes himself and forces his gaze back to Stiles, to this stupid, stubborn, too-smart kid, and wonders why the hell he's doing this. Why he's let himself latch on so tight.
"You forgot slamming you into things." And being betrayed by the people I'm stupid enough to trust. This time the snort's in exasperation for his own melodrama, even if it feels true, bone deep. "And how do you know, maybe I build ships in bottles, or collect baseball cards." He manages a smirk, and makes himself feel it, reaches for the relative ease of a few moments ago. "And if you can't put a book down half way through? Do yourself a favor and don't ever crack open The Sound and the Fury." He makes an exaggerated face. "Sparknotes are more than enough to go on."
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Date: 2014-01-11 10:06 pm (UTC)"You forgot slamming you into things." And being betrayed by the people I'm stupid enough to trust. This time the snort's in exasperation for his own melodrama, even if it feels true, bone deep. "And how do you know, maybe I build ships in bottles, or collect baseball cards." He manages a smirk, and makes himself feel it, reaches for the relative ease of a few moments ago. "And if you can't put a book down half way through? Do yourself a favor and don't ever crack open The Sound and the Fury." He makes an exaggerated face. "Sparknotes are more than enough to go on."