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Every time there has been a problem you have consistently worked to find a solution. There is a reason I hid out at your house and not Scott's.

*he moves forward gripping Stiles shoulder* You're loyal and brave and you don't give up. That's worth more than any supernatural talents. And Yourre smart. Can't buy that.

[Stiles stares, blinking owlishly--he can't really argue with the problem solving bit, but any idiot with google at his disposal could have done the same.

Still.

When Derek takes his shoulder--the shock enough to keep him from flinching away--and he seems so certain, so..Derek, he can't dig up a decent rebuttal. It means something, and it pulls at his chest in a weird way. He swallows, so not leaning into that hand, nodding...]

Y'know, you're a decent guy when you're not being a total creeper. [His tone is light, teasing--maybe even fond. It's how Stiles deals with heavy. He may not believe it. But he trusts Derek's judgement. God knows why.]

Keep it to yourself.....I have a reputation to maintain....

*Derek squeezes his shoulder gently and lets go*

[His huffs--amused, surprised--not at all missing the warmth in his shoulder, nope]

Did you just make a joke? That was funny, seriously--You okay, need to sit down for a bit?

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*Derek just scoffs at him*

You just clearly don't know me as well as you think you do Stiles.

*Yes that's a smirk, he likes your company Stiles*

Yeah, clearly, as I'm discovering the strange and mythical sense of humor of Sourwolf. This probably means we should hang out more.

[And it just slips out of his mouth--though he shoves the slight panic aside, brutally, because Derek freaking Hale is smiling. Smirks count, that's totally a smile.]

....hang out?

*hes not sure he remembers how to do that*

I'm not exactly good company stiles

Yeah, hang out. Bro time. Having fun.

[Oh, god, if he wasn't sure Derek might actually try to go for his throat with his teeth, he'd comment on Derek's awkward. And that it's cute. Maybe. Somehow. Shut up.]

Oh, come on--seriously? Aside general threats, you're fun to be around.

*Derek lets out a bark of laughter*

No. I'm not.

Dude--idle compliments, not my thing. Sound familiar?

[He sticks his hands in his pockets, shifting] I'd be somewhere else if that wasn't the case.

*Derek eyes him and he folds his arms*

Stiles.

What! I'm serious, I don't want to be somewhere--with someone--I split. Usually. On-coming danger aside, because--[He gestures--not getting into that]

If you don't wanna hang out with me, cool, but--I wouldn't mind. You gotta get out more, seriously, bloody fur-covered fights shouldn't be the only reason you leave your house.

I would hang out with you...if I...I don't hang out...Laura made me hang out but...

*he frowns down at the ground* Surely you have...other friends...better company than I.

[He feels a pang when Derek mentions Laura. It's not like he mentions her very often, and it drags up memories of the woods and blood and her blank eyes that sit heavy in his stomach with guilt. Stiles used to do a lot of things with his mom that he doesn't do anymore. Like a diner they used to frequent on Saturdays. And, in retrospect, maybe he should have gone there again. Ages ago.]

Well, Scott and I don't see much of each other lately--what with his sucking face with Allison eating up his free time. Even so, that doesn't make him better. Or worse. Besides--I'm asking you. Not whoever.

*Derek scowls at the mention of Scott and Allison*

You miss him.

[He shrugs, shifting again--] Sometimes. He's my best friend. [Bros before hos means nothing to McCall.] I'm fine, though. Seriously.

Besides, this isn't about Wonderwolf. You hungry?

You deserve better. *Is all Derek has to say on the subject* And you have better. You're pack now. We look after our own. You'll not be alone again.

Sure...

[Stiles stares a little too long at the Alpha. Stiles has been careful about his feelings, letting all the little crap slide. And the big crap. Like Gerard. And that, coming from Derek of all people...

He clears his throat, looking away at last--pull it together, Stilinski. Don't make this all Lifetime movie here.] Thanks.

--Right--food--yes--[He gestures--] I know a place. Good burgers.

*Derek frowns at the expressions on Stiles' face and he moves over and gently pushes him up against the wall*

You are upset. I can smell it.

[He makes a (manly)sound when his back meets the wall and he blinks up at Derek] You can smell that? What does that even mean?

And I'm not--upset, I'm fine.

It means you're upset. Something I said upset you.

*He's not letting it go*

[Why, god, why, with the crowding and the stony face--] Nothing you said upset me! I am upsetless, complacent, seriously.

[He'd flail if he had room, and he knows Derek won't let up on this, and that sucks] I mean...I'm fine, okay? I'm...[He sighs] I'm -always- fine.

Lie.

*Derek growls it and his eyes glow red* That;s a lie Stiles.

[Now with the scary glowy eyes, he huffs, anxiety and frustration competing in his brain--why does everything have to be so complicated with him?] God just--fine! Fine, I'm upset, there, out in the open, okay!

My best friend is a werewolf, and I--I've spent a truly staggering amount of time trying to figure out how to help him, and be there, and he can't spare a frigging afternoon to just veg out with me--or even ask me how I'm dealing with all this shit--and it's stupid, because hello, he's been turned into a werewolf, and it's probably twenty times more stressful when he thinks about it when he's not--with his awesome girlfriend or winning life--and that's unfair, I'm not saying he shouldn't be happy, but being kidnapped sucks--being paralyzed sucks, being a punching bag sucks, but I'm in this, and I'm here to stay because I want to be, and I want to help you--from what I can tell, this whole nightmare isn't a picnic for you either--especially with Alphas leaving threatening graffiti on your door--and I'm worried about--and I'm just--

[Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, dammit.]

*Gently Derek's hands which had been holding Stiles to the wall, curl around his arms and draw him in, holding him close to his chest, a warm, encompasing embrace*

I don't think anyone could have handled all this better than you Stiles.