The hand on his knee he could ignore. He's starting to adjust to all the
little touches, learning to put them all in a little box in the corner of
his mind where everything else he doesn't want to think too hard about
goes. So he doesn't think about the hand on his knee, ergo doesn't think
about the body it's attached to, or the person it belongs to. So, no
hormonal reaction, by sheer force of will. At least that's what he's
deluded himself into thinking. But the way Derek looks at him? That he
can't ignore, feeling uncomfortably exposed as the silence stretches. And
still, he can't look away from those eyes he still can't quite figure out.
Green and grey at the same time. But they were blue when he wolfed out,
when he was still a beta. Eyes that look at him like they almost know what
they're looking at.
He looks away just as Derek speaks again, a catch in his voice Stiles can't
quite decipher. "Okay, so, tomorrow." Wow, hello puberty, we thought you
were over. His voice hasn't cracked like that in...at least six months. The
mention of Peter gives him an excuse to try again, clearing his throat and
snorting. "Because he's always been a veritable fount of knowledge. But
yeah, okay. Anything we can learn is better than nothing, right?" He's
always thought that. Information is never a bad thing, just another tool to
be used.
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Date: 2014-01-27 04:53 am (UTC)The hand on his knee he could ignore. He's starting to adjust to all the little touches, learning to put them all in a little box in the corner of his mind where everything else he doesn't want to think too hard about goes. So he doesn't think about the hand on his knee, ergo doesn't think about the body it's attached to, or the person it belongs to. So, no hormonal reaction, by sheer force of will. At least that's what he's deluded himself into thinking. But the way Derek looks at him? That he can't ignore, feeling uncomfortably exposed as the silence stretches. And still, he can't look away from those eyes he still can't quite figure out. Green and grey at the same time. But they were blue when he wolfed out, when he was still a beta. Eyes that look at him like they almost know what they're looking at.
He looks away just as Derek speaks again, a catch in his voice Stiles can't quite decipher. "Okay, so, tomorrow." Wow, hello puberty, we thought you were over. His voice hasn't cracked like that in...at least six months. The mention of Peter gives him an excuse to try again, clearing his throat and snorting. "Because he's always been a veritable fount of knowledge. But yeah, okay. Anything we can learn is better than nothing, right?" He's always thought that. Information is never a bad thing, just another tool to be used.