[ Derek can't help but roll his eyes at Stiles, but it's fond as he indulges him. He has to hush him for a minute while he checks in with the desk, not speaking the language haltingly but at least in a way that implies he hasn't really gotten much use of it in a while. But his accent, at least, doesn't sound like a tourist trying to shape foreign words, and for that he's thankful. Just rusty, when he spends more time speaking Spanish or teaching Gaelic to Talia and Stiles both.
He had a lot of time on his hands at one point in his life where he didn't want to do anything. When she was alive his mother had encouraged therapy sessions, but also something that would keep his attention. History tied to language, in its way, so it'd continued from fifteen to twenty-five.
A briefly unimpressed look flickers across his expression as he kicks the door open, though it's teasing up until Stiles is suddenly smack in front of him and barring his entry. ] If I sleep now, no amount of food coma is going to knock me out tonight. Also, airline food is appalling.
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He had a lot of time on his hands at one point in his life where he didn't want to do anything. When she was alive his mother had encouraged therapy sessions, but also something that would keep his attention. History tied to language, in its way, so it'd continued from fifteen to twenty-five.
A briefly unimpressed look flickers across his expression as he kicks the door open, though it's teasing up until Stiles is suddenly smack in front of him and barring his entry. ] If I sleep now, no amount of food coma is going to knock me out tonight. Also, airline food is appalling.
[ Stiles, you're fussing. ]