"That's something, though. It was both Erica and Boyd's scents. The first place didn't have other wolf scent, but some of the others did. You know where it smelled freshest. We have something. A lot of somethings. We just have to put the picture together. They wouldn't have left so much if they didn't mean for us to find more, unless they're just careless. And if they are, we'll find them even faster." Sure, it's the exact opposite of his earlier words of frustration, but...well, Derek's pessimist enough to steal even Stiles' crown of Captain Glass-Half-Empty.
He doesn't even realize he's reaching across the seat until there's the feel of leather under his fingertips, leather over solid, practically vibrating muscle. His fingers squeeze reflexively, as the first (and likely smartest) part of his brain tells him to stop and tries to prepare for the inevitable backlash. It's different when it's Derek touching him, or invading his personal space, or when Stiles accidentally touches Derek. This is deliberate, and he can't really figure out why he did it.
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:12 am (UTC)He doesn't even realize he's reaching across the seat until there's the feel of leather under his fingertips, leather over solid, practically vibrating muscle. His fingers squeeze reflexively, as the first (and likely smartest) part of his brain tells him to stop and tries to prepare for the inevitable backlash. It's different when it's Derek touching him, or invading his personal space, or when Stiles accidentally touches Derek. This is deliberate, and he can't really figure out why he did it.