[It's the Disney pictures he stops on, taking the one with Laura first in his hands and turning it over. Stiles can barely remember her--she worked in the precinct with his dad for a while, and she was nice, always shared her lunch with Stiles if he asked nicely enough, but she'd died before he could really get to know her beyond that. She looks like her brother, and as he sets it down again, he snorts over the mickey mouse ears, smile on his face fond as he brushes his thumb over Derek's face. It brings back his own memories; running across Disneyland on his dad's shoulders to meet Peter Pan, his mom and dad in matching ears. It's a nice thought if a little melancholy, and Stiles squats a little to get a look at the other one. He makes a mental note to go on a roadtrip to Disneyland with the Hale clan, chuckling a little to himself as he starts to stand up again.
Setting down the frame, he glances over his shoulder as if to snoop again, and jumps about half a foot, not expecting Derek to be there.]
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Setting down the frame, he glances over his shoulder as if to snoop again, and jumps about half a foot, not expecting Derek to be there.]
--Christ, you've got to stop doing that.