We should catch up sometime, y’know? Or... Well you should answer my calls. I know I left town after everything pretty suddenly but, I uh... I miss you. Call me back, Stiles. Please?
[answering machine beeps]
Derek sighs and drops the landline back on it’s hook. At this point, he wonders if Stiles has changed his number, after all; this is the fourteenth message he’s left in three months without answer. Not that he was counting.
















