Stiles just gives him his best innocent look at that, as if to say moi? Trouble magnet? They both know it's true, though. Much as he tries to not be, there's something in him that just can't leave well enough alone. He's always been the kid that picks at scabs, that pushes bullies one step too far, that tests limits and pushes his luck. It can't always hold. And it isn't like he does it maliciously, or even that he's aware of it when it's happening. He just...has to know.
He's managed to flail his way onto his stomach, and when the brief, warm pass of a hand brushes the back of his neck, he actually manages not to flinch from it. After all, those little touches are another one of those things he just doesn't think about. It doesn't feel nearly as weird as it did a month ago. He doesn't think about how weird it doesn't feel, either. How it's actually still comforting. "Solitary creatures, gotcha," he says instead, and again that 'us' makes him wonder. Pack. Family. He's been thinking a lot about family lately. "Bet Holden would have loved Twilight." Random, maybe, but he never watches his filter around Derek. No reason to.
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Date: 2014-01-17 06:39 am (UTC)He's managed to flail his way onto his stomach, and when the brief, warm pass of a hand brushes the back of his neck, he actually manages not to flinch from it. After all, those little touches are another one of those things he just doesn't think about. It doesn't feel nearly as weird as it did a month ago. He doesn't think about how weird it doesn't feel, either. How it's actually still comforting. "Solitary creatures, gotcha," he says instead, and again that 'us' makes him wonder. Pack. Family. He's been thinking a lot about family lately. "Bet Holden would have loved Twilight." Random, maybe, but he never watches his filter around Derek. No reason to.