[ Derek knows that Talia is staring at the two of them, confused and trying to figure out what's going on with them. But Stiles is all that he really notices for a long time, crisp green on bright brown, and he doesn't really want to look away from him. Like this is somehow a figment of his imagination.
But then he draws his hand away, looks at Talia, and it seems like it's broken. Yet Stiles remains, and he's not just imagining this meeting right now. Talia, oblivious to her uncle's turmoil, kicks her feet a little excitedly.
She draws Derek's attention back to her, where he looks down and away from her teacher. It's easier to focus on her than it is Stiles, because his mind is trying to wrap itself around the idea that they don't live hundreds of thousands of miles away from one another. Teachers don't tend to live too ludicrously far from their schools, so-- ] It did! You think mom'll put it on the fridge?
[ He smiles at her easily. ] If she doesn't, I call dibs.
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But then he draws his hand away, looks at Talia, and it seems like it's broken. Yet Stiles remains, and he's not just imagining this meeting right now. Talia, oblivious to her uncle's turmoil, kicks her feet a little excitedly.
She draws Derek's attention back to her, where he looks down and away from her teacher. It's easier to focus on her than it is Stiles, because his mind is trying to wrap itself around the idea that they don't live hundreds of thousands of miles away from one another. Teachers don't tend to live too ludicrously far from their schools, so-- ] It did! You think mom'll put it on the fridge?
[ He smiles at her easily. ] If she doesn't, I call dibs.