dxrekhale.
“ would you expect any less from me? ” but derek knows. he also knows he’s being an asshole, not just saying what they both know, and being super himself instead. “ do you want me? ”
“ no , i guess not. “ the cocky persona had vanished , the usual self deprecating feeling washing over him as he takes a seat. the latter question has brows furrowing , throat bobbing with a swallow. “ well , i mean – i don’t know. so what if i do ?? “
“ you don’t know? ” derek shouldn’t be surprised, and he’s not, really - but the question still stands. he eyes stiles curiously, and contemplates his next move. “ not saying anything bad will happen if you do. ”














