[ Derek doesn't even reprimand them for apparently thinking they're the ones in charge of categorizing and ranking the pack-- they're always right, when they talk about their packmates, so he doesn't see a point in it. Instead, he reaches out to touch Isaac's curls and give a little ruffle, before extending further and giving Scott one, as well. Confirming that, yeah, they're right.
When Stiles loops their arms together, he snaps his attention his way, almost looking a little owlish before he recovers. He's an odd mix of bemused and amused, looking down to their joined arms, then back up at Stiles. ]
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When Stiles loops their arms together, he snaps his attention his way, almost looking a little owlish before he recovers. He's an odd mix of bemused and amused, looking down to their joined arms, then back up at Stiles. ]
As if I'd let you run off.