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"Derek…. don’t ever say that again…" he frowns deeply. "Do you understand me?"
Derek couldn't help the despair he felt in the pit of his stomach. So much had been happening, so many had been lost. He was barely clinging to his sanity at this point. He honestly had hardly even realized he'd said those words aloud.
He blinked hearing Stiles, peering up at him quietly. He swallowed thickly, gave a small nod.
"M'Sorry," he said softly, shifting closer to the other.
Mistakes
Stiles laid on the floor of Derek’s loft, curled up in a ball and sobbing, he’d fucked up. He’d fucked up big time. He wouldn’t even have to say a word, scent alone would rat him out. Jesus why did he have to drink around that asshole? Why did he drink at all? He knew he’d been feeling lonely with Derek having been off dealing with shit. And Stiles knew damn well alcohol plus feeling lonely plus fucking Peter would equal nothing good.
Derek was going to come home and smell the other wolf on him. At one point Stiles had tried to protest, but it was too late. Now he just laid there crying, and the moment he heard Derek it only got worse.
Derek had been gone for a few days, out of town. He'd had to deal with some pack treaty type things with a pack a town over. He'd been gone two days longer than expected, but he called Stiles whenever he had a chance. And he missed him something terrible.
He was grateful when he got home, the rundown loft a sight for sore eyes, and he hadn't even gone through the door yet. He paused though, hearing...crying? on the other side. Pulling open the door, he stopped in his tracks once more at the overwhelming scents, that definitely should not have been there, hit him, and his stomach churned.
"Stiles...?" he murmured in disbelief as he pulled the door closed behind him. Surely this...surely this couldn't be what he thought it was. It couldn't. Stiles... Stiles wouldn't do that to him. But...
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"Derek, you need to get some sleep..." he said worriedly. "Please, if not for yourself, then me.... okay?"
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Derek brought a hand up to scrub at his eyes as he sighed.
"I'm fine, Stiles. Really. You don't have to worry," he murmured, sparing the other a glance. He'd functioned on less sleep, with more stress. He would be okay.
"Hey hot stuff." he purrs.
Derek snorted softly, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "Hey, yourself."
When his wolf lays his head in the boy's lap, a hand instantly goes to card through his hair gingerly, attempting to soothe him. "Rough day Sour Wolf?" he asks softly.
My character has had a rough day and lays their head on your character's shoulder/lap. Send me your muses reaction.
Luckily his hair was one of Derek's weak spots, and the wolf almost instantly began to relax at those long fingers running through it. He didn't say anything, just grunted in ascent as he nuzzled his face in to Stiles's thigh, just welcoming the comfort the other gave.
