Stiles stares at him for a minute in the picture of wide eyed "oh my god", his mouth falling open a little stupidly at the fact that Derek Hale actually just said his name. It's weird--they've been texting for months, since Thanksgiving. The first thing he does in the morning is roll over and text him, when he's making his coffee (or beforehand, when the text is usually just "arrghhgkjtghthghh" or something similar), and the last thing he does at night is text him until he passes out. Usually they're arguing about something--customizing recipes versus going traditional, or what the best food to eat when you're wasted is, or if diner food tastes better at two in the morning (it does). Scott rags on him for it constantly, asking him how his boyfriend's doing, and it's embarrassing and absolutely not something Stiles definitely thinks about like all the time.
It's Talia who snaps him out of his staring, the concerned look on her face, and he snaps his jaw shut with an audible click, wiping his chalky hands off on his pants and ruining any work he did on them earlier and offering up his right hand to be polite. ] ...Derek.
[ ..wait. ] --I mean, you must be Talia's...uncle, right? [ Holy jesus how could he have been so stupid. Shaking his head minutely, he looks at Talia, leaning down a little to meet her level and flashing her a smile. ] He's gotta be, I think you have his beard! I can see it riiiiight...
[ And then he reaches out and tweaks her nose with his free hand and very pointedly ignores that his super hot online friend in fact lived in the same town as his.
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Stiles stares at him for a minute in the picture of wide eyed "oh my god", his mouth falling open a little stupidly at the fact that Derek Hale actually just said his name. It's weird--they've been texting for months, since Thanksgiving. The first thing he does in the morning is roll over and text him, when he's making his coffee (or beforehand, when the text is usually just "arrghhgkjtghthghh" or something similar), and the last thing he does at night is text him until he passes out. Usually they're arguing about something--customizing recipes versus going traditional, or what the best food to eat when you're wasted is, or if diner food tastes better at two in the morning (it does). Scott rags on him for it constantly, asking him how his boyfriend's doing, and it's embarrassing and absolutely not something Stiles definitely thinks about like all the time.
It's Talia who snaps him out of his staring, the concerned look on her face, and he snaps his jaw shut with an audible click, wiping his chalky hands off on his pants and ruining any work he did on them earlier and offering up his right hand to be polite. ] ...Derek.
[ ..wait. ] --I mean, you must be Talia's...uncle, right? [ Holy jesus how could he have been so stupid. Shaking his head minutely, he looks at Talia, leaning down a little to meet her level and flashing her a smile. ] He's gotta be, I think you have his beard! I can see it riiiiight...
[ And then he reaches out and tweaks her nose with his free hand and very pointedly ignores that his super hot online friend in fact lived in the same town as his.
(Did dating her uncle seem creepy?) ] There.