I’m only one call away.
closed starter for @norightorwrongway
It had been months since anything dramatic had happened in Beacon hills and, while they were still weekly, the pack meetings were more pizza and cuddle pile nights than military strategies and frantically researching what might be killing them. It was a nice change, a great change, and Stiles always welcomed the times with his friends.
He also enjoyed watching them, seeing how they’re doing without out right saying anything. See, as the pack and his spark grew, he became more empathetic to his pack-mates and it almost shifted who he was. One thing that was notable was he wasn’t as much of a bottom as he thought he was, he liked to take care just as much as he liked being taken care of, if not more. Still, he had only done things once or twice with a real person and a handful in chats online, but he knew he had grown into a new role in life.
That realization and just by looking at him, Stiles could tell that Derek needed help. The guy was too macho and stubborn to ask for it though and was more of a suffer in silence type. Still, the human knew a lot about the werewolves emotional past, most of it by someone other than the were, and knew that he was probably lost. So Stiles decided to take it upon himself and stay after tonight meeting to talk with the resident sour wolf and try to help.
“Hey, Der.” Stiles hummed, picking up some throw pillows and blankets from the floor, obviously not leaving yet. “How goes it?”
