Scott's been number nine on his speed dial since he got his first cell
phone, thanks to a long-running and not so funny to anyone else joke. Lydia
he doesn't have an excuse to keep on speed dial yet, sadly, and Alison...
Alison finally made it onto his speed dial three months ago because he
finally admitted defeat in the battle for any time with Scott and she's
more likely to answer than his supposed best friend when the two of them
are together. He's not sure if it's sad or just appropriate that the number
two on his list after knee-jerk dad reaction is a surly, taciturn wolfman
who's just as likely to slap him upside the head for getting into trouble
as he is to rescue him. Probably both. Also weird that he trusts Derek to
do the latter, always. Almost as weird as the fact that that touch to his
shoulders does wonders to take away the last of the panic, and he feels
this bizarre urge to touch Derek's hand. Cling, more like, kind of like a
safety blanket, which is totally not manly or adult or probably okay.
So instead, he just takes a deep breath, letting most of the tension out of
his shoulders, and looks up at Derek for a moment. Dark eyes meet green
ones and after a long moment Stiles nods. "I know you will. It'll be okay.
We'll be okay. They don't know I noticed, and I still have to pass this
Chem test, and Harris still hates me, so... going now. I'll call you later
when I get home." To report and give Derek a meeting time. And okay, maybe
to let him know he's okay. Maybe that matters too.
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Date: 2014-08-10 11:20 pm (UTC)Scott's been number nine on his speed dial since he got his first cell phone, thanks to a long-running and not so funny to anyone else joke. Lydia he doesn't have an excuse to keep on speed dial yet, sadly, and Alison... Alison finally made it onto his speed dial three months ago because he finally admitted defeat in the battle for any time with Scott and she's more likely to answer than his supposed best friend when the two of them are together. He's not sure if it's sad or just appropriate that the number two on his list after knee-jerk dad reaction is a surly, taciturn wolfman who's just as likely to slap him upside the head for getting into trouble as he is to rescue him. Probably both. Also weird that he trusts Derek to do the latter, always. Almost as weird as the fact that that touch to his shoulders does wonders to take away the last of the panic, and he feels this bizarre urge to touch Derek's hand. Cling, more like, kind of like a safety blanket, which is totally not manly or adult or probably okay.
So instead, he just takes a deep breath, letting most of the tension out of his shoulders, and looks up at Derek for a moment. Dark eyes meet green ones and after a long moment Stiles nods. "I know you will. It'll be okay. We'll be okay. They don't know I noticed, and I still have to pass this Chem test, and Harris still hates me, so... going now. I'll call you later when I get home." To report and give Derek a meeting time. And okay, maybe to let him know he's okay. Maybe that matters too.