Derek just sits there for a moment as Stiles gets out and slams the door behind him. It doesn't help, having Stiles tell him exactly what he was already thinking; that the kid doesn't deserve his shit when he's only trying to help, that he needs to have better control than this, be better, if he's going to have any hope in hell of finding Erica and Boyd, building a pack. Making things work.
He takes a slow, deep breath, then climbs out himself, letting the door fall shut behind him. "No, they don't." He can't quite bring himself to apologize; maybe he did exhaust his capacity for that after dealing with the fae, maybe he's just too damn angry and worn right now. Either way, an apology's not coming this time, but he looks at least slightly abashed.
He nods towards the coffee shop, and his expression shifts to a more characteristic scowl. "Just the door, nowhere else. Their scent and... and at least one alpha's. Together." He pauses, mouth going thin and tight. "And fear. They smelled like fear."
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Date: 2014-02-04 07:17 pm (UTC)He takes a slow, deep breath, then climbs out himself, letting the door fall shut behind him. "No, they don't." He can't quite bring himself to apologize; maybe he did exhaust his capacity for that after dealing with the fae, maybe he's just too damn angry and worn right now. Either way, an apology's not coming this time, but he looks at least slightly abashed.
He nods towards the coffee shop, and his expression shifts to a more characteristic scowl. "Just the door, nowhere else. Their scent and... and at least one alpha's. Together." He pauses, mouth going thin and tight. "And fear. They smelled like fear."