[ Eyebrows raising as Stiles goes on a tirade at him, Derek leans his head back a little and blinks down at him. But then a bark of a laugh is startled out of him as he seems to get distracted patting at his chest, and he uses that to ignore the warmth that curls through his ribs. ] All right, all right.
[ He reaches his hand out, steadying it at Stiles' waist and curling his fingers into his shirt. He does not give him the glass yet, because the equation Stiles + liquid + movement pops into his head and he decides it will not result in a very good total. ] Yeah, I'm going to tuck you in. C'mon.
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[ He reaches his hand out, steadying it at Stiles' waist and curling his fingers into his shirt. He does not give him the glass yet, because the equation Stiles + liquid + movement pops into his head and he decides it will not result in a very good total. ] Yeah, I'm going to tuck you in. C'mon.