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[brooding_alpha]

I do not communicate with my eyebrows. And I don't care about you and your stupid shipper friends.

I'm not joining a game.

And I'm not finding a mate.

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[sarcasticdefense]

Hey--hey--[He lifts his head, eyes searching out his, Derek's voice tugging his heart.] Nothing's happening to me. [He can't promise, because they both know they can't promise something like that--even if he wants Derek to swear to him, completely, that he's not going to up and die any time soon--] I'm safe. Got my--trusty brood-wolf watching my back.

Look. You won't--'fail' me, okay, no matter what happens, because I know you're looking out. I'm pack. You're my alpha. That's how that works. Right?

[brooding_alpha]

Yeah. *he nuzzles him gently* You're mine. And I'll keep you safe.

[sarcasticdefense]

[His breath catches a little--like..mine, mine? That kind of mine? God, Stiles doesn't even know what kind of 'mine' that kind of 'mine' even is--and if he himself meant more than just 'mine' when he called him 'my alpha' and--but now there's more nuzzling--he leans his head into Derek's, christ help him]

--Yeah..yeah, I know.

[brooding_alpha]

*Derek rumbles softly*

You know. Peter would have been wiser to bite you rather than Scott. Back then. If it had been a logical choice...I would have chosen you.

[sarcasticdefense]

[He makes a small sound--he's wondered, a hundred times, what it would have been like if it had been him out there, not Scott.

Would he have warmed up to Derek faster, or pushed him away? Would they even know Allison, or about the Argents--would Kate still be alive? Would Scott have been supportive?

He presses his forehead into the leather--] 'Wiser' is a...word. But I'm glad I'm...[he huffs--] I'm just me. And you're still...here. Being my friend.

[brooding_alpha]

I'm here.

*Derek's chest rumbles again* You have me.