Stiles has, actually, always had the ability to get straight to the point.
It's just one of those skills that hadn't been used in so long it's covered
in dust and a little moldy. No one really listens to him, to his ideas and
thoughts and plans. They hear what they want, so what he's said doesn't
really matter, and it's easier to keep people off-balance that way anyway.
Keep them guessing. Scott used to listen, but only to some of it, and that
stopped a while ago, when Scott started listening to other things instead.
Like Allison's heartbeat. Derek's the only one who really listens to the
words, he's realized recently, and that's why he gets so irritated at
Stiles' rambling. Because he listens.
He doesn't seem to be listening very well once Stiles finishes the first
part of what he has to say, instead wolfing out in that very particularly
creepy-but-still-kinda-hot way. Stiles still doesn't like being dragged
anywhere, and he very much doesn't like being dragged anywhere with claws
faintly pricking his arm and the other end of that arm being attached to
something with fangs and glowing red eyes. Way too many nightmares start
this way, especially after this past summer, and his run-ins with Peter
last fall. "Hey, I can still walk," he protests. "Watch the shirt." He's in
just as much of a hurry to get inside, but some things he just can't quite
do.
It's a little easier when he gets inside and Derek has to change his grip
at the very least. Which is good, because the rest of this isn't going to
be easy. "At his house, with everyone. Isaac and Allison, his mom. I was
supposed to be there, too." And isn't that a terrifying thought. He can't
tell what's worse, the fact that he was supposed to be there too, or the
fact that they're there right now without him, with no warning at all.
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Date: 2014-03-23 02:42 pm (UTC)Stiles has, actually, always had the ability to get straight to the point. It's just one of those skills that hadn't been used in so long it's covered in dust and a little moldy. No one really listens to him, to his ideas and thoughts and plans. They hear what they want, so what he's said doesn't really matter, and it's easier to keep people off-balance that way anyway. Keep them guessing. Scott used to listen, but only to some of it, and that stopped a while ago, when Scott started listening to other things instead. Like Allison's heartbeat. Derek's the only one who really listens to the words, he's realized recently, and that's why he gets so irritated at Stiles' rambling. Because he listens.
He doesn't seem to be listening very well once Stiles finishes the first part of what he has to say, instead wolfing out in that very particularly creepy-but-still-kinda-hot way. Stiles still doesn't like being dragged anywhere, and he very much doesn't like being dragged anywhere with claws faintly pricking his arm and the other end of that arm being attached to something with fangs and glowing red eyes. Way too many nightmares start this way, especially after this past summer, and his run-ins with Peter last fall. "Hey, I can still walk," he protests. "Watch the shirt." He's in just as much of a hurry to get inside, but some things he just can't quite do.
It's a little easier when he gets inside and Derek has to change his grip at the very least. Which is good, because the rest of this isn't going to be easy. "At his house, with everyone. Isaac and Allison, his mom. I was supposed to be there, too." And isn't that a terrifying thought. He can't tell what's worse, the fact that he was supposed to be there too, or the fact that they're there right now without him, with no warning at all.