Stiles reassurance doesn't actually ease Derek's tension at all, not with the stench of anxiety and fear rolling off him in waves. Grip still tight (but careful, in a way that's second nature now that he's really internalized the fact that Stiles is human, and breakable) on Stiles' arm, Derek propels him towards and through the building's front door, and to the freight elevator that is, conveniently, standing open and ready.
"No one's in hearing distance," he assures Stiles as he reaches to push the button for his floor. He's not even really aware that he still has his other hand curled around Stiles' biceps, and his own tension is palpable in the set of his shoulders and the intensity of his gaze. "Now tell me what happened."
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Date: 2014-03-21 09:03 am (UTC)"No one's in hearing distance," he assures Stiles as he reaches to push the button for his floor. He's not even really aware that he still has his other hand curled around Stiles' biceps, and his own tension is palpable in the set of his shoulders and the intensity of his gaze. "Now tell me what happened."