The hurt look on Stiles' face is palpable. That not-so-subtle jab hits
home, especially now while he's already feeling particularly insignificant.
He's never been the strongest kid. Didn't matter as long as he had his
brains, his mom used to insist when he was little, a foot shorter and
twenty pounds lighter than his entire class. He'd all but caught up,
height-wise, but still barely registered as anything more than scrawny.
Even without factoring in the wolfiness, he would never have the body Derek
did. And he would never have the wolfiness. The thought still gave him the
heebie-jeebies, attractive and repellent all at the same time.
But he has his brains, and that's why he holds his tongue for a minute,
parking at the back of the lot in front of the coffee shop. Before he opens
his door, he looks over at Derek. "Look, I shouldn't have said that. But
don't go ripping my head off, figuratively or literally, okay? I might just
be a stupid, loudmouthed kid but I'm trying to help. Because the two of
them don't deserve to have that happen again." Slamming the door behind
him, he heads for the door of the coffee shop, irritated at himself for
starting it and at Derek for answering. He really needed to start thinking
before he opened his mouth. Derek wasn't Scott. He wasn't his best friend.
He didn't give Stiles free passes. He needed to remember that.
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Date: 2014-02-04 02:00 pm (UTC)The hurt look on Stiles' face is palpable. That not-so-subtle jab hits home, especially now while he's already feeling particularly insignificant. He's never been the strongest kid. Didn't matter as long as he had his brains, his mom used to insist when he was little, a foot shorter and twenty pounds lighter than his entire class. He'd all but caught up, height-wise, but still barely registered as anything more than scrawny. Even without factoring in the wolfiness, he would never have the body Derek did. And he would never have the wolfiness. The thought still gave him the heebie-jeebies, attractive and repellent all at the same time.
But he has his brains, and that's why he holds his tongue for a minute, parking at the back of the lot in front of the coffee shop. Before he opens his door, he looks over at Derek. "Look, I shouldn't have said that. But don't go ripping my head off, figuratively or literally, okay? I might just be a stupid, loudmouthed kid but I'm trying to help. Because the two of them don't deserve to have that happen again." Slamming the door behind him, he heads for the door of the coffee shop, irritated at himself for starting it and at Derek for answering. He really needed to start thinking before he opened his mouth. Derek wasn't Scott. He wasn't his best friend. He didn't give Stiles free passes. He needed to remember that.