John looks to Stiles’ hands, the plane ticket, “You bought him a trip to London.” “I heard him talking to Scott about wanting to go. I just thought I’d help.” Derek explains, anxious by Stiles’ lack of good reaction. “I’d be saving for two years.” Stiles says softly. “I’m sorry, Stiles. I just thought I could help.” Derek tells him, heart pounding. Stiles sucks in a deep breath, clearing his throat, “Where’s yours?” “What?” Derek asks, confused. Stiles looks up at him, huffing out a laugh, “You think you’re not coming with me?” Derek still looks confused when Stiles kisses his cheek and hugs him.
Lonely Talents by derekstilinski










