He already knew Derek wouldn't, but hearing him say it with that clear
conviction is more reassuring than words can say. The image he has of Derek
as he is is still fairly fresh, only a few months old, and apparently
there's still some parts of him that need that reassuring. "Yeah," he
agrees. "We can. We will."
All it takes is looking, to notice the kinds of things Stiles does. Most
people just glance and let their assumptions fill in the blanks. But
Stiles, he really looks at things, and the same thing that makes him so
irritating to most people is actually his biggest strength. He's persistent
and observant, and these few hours spent with Derek scoring the town for
more traces of Erica and Boyd have given him plenty to think about. The
look on Derek's face as he's gone from scent to scent, place to place. The
subtle hints of someone else's hand at work, something about the locations
they've found traces of scent at. Something he can't quite place yet, as he
climbs back into the Jeep after the last one, head against the steering
wheel for one long moment. "Well, at least we know the scent wasn't
accidental. It's been everywhere. You have anything? Because right now,
anything would be good." He's tired, and frustrated, and lunch seems like a
thousand years ago. He could really go for tacos right now.
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:10 pm (UTC)He already knew Derek wouldn't, but hearing him say it with that clear conviction is more reassuring than words can say. The image he has of Derek as he is is still fairly fresh, only a few months old, and apparently there's still some parts of him that need that reassuring. "Yeah," he agrees. "We can. We will."
All it takes is looking, to notice the kinds of things Stiles does. Most people just glance and let their assumptions fill in the blanks. But Stiles, he really looks at things, and the same thing that makes him so irritating to most people is actually his biggest strength. He's persistent and observant, and these few hours spent with Derek scoring the town for more traces of Erica and Boyd have given him plenty to think about. The look on Derek's face as he's gone from scent to scent, place to place. The subtle hints of someone else's hand at work, something about the locations they've found traces of scent at. Something he can't quite place yet, as he climbs back into the Jeep after the last one, head against the steering wheel for one long moment. "Well, at least we know the scent wasn't accidental. It's been everywhere. You have anything? Because right now, anything would be good." He's tired, and frustrated, and lunch seems like a thousand years ago. He could really go for tacos right now.