Derek's getting more and more sure that Stiles is right, that the Alpha pack does want him to find them... he's just also becoming more sure that he's not going to like it when he does. He's just about to tell Stiles that they have to find them faster than the Alpahs are expecting, that the only chance they're going to have to get Boyd and Erica (and themselves) out alive is if they manage to surprise the Alphas, when Stiles' hand settles on his forearm. There's an almost audible clack when his mouth snaps shut, and he can't keep from looking down at where Stiles is squeezing his arm reassuringly... any more than he can stop the way that, after that first moment of surprise, it eases some of the tension from his shoulders. For all the times Derek has touched Stiles, bridged that gap between them completely on instinct, because he can't think of him as anything but Pack now, Stiles has never once reciprocated, not in anything other than moments of necessity, and Derek has never expected him to.
"Yeah," he rumbles after a moment, making himself look away again. "We just have to keep looking, we'll find them." And hopefully not die with them.
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Date: 2014-02-27 09:33 pm (UTC)"Yeah," he rumbles after a moment, making himself look away again. "We just have to keep looking, we'll find them." And hopefully not die with them.