[ This is a little counterproductive to getting out of the hotel-- though, they could waddle along like idiots-- but Derek still relaxes against Stiles' frame. They basically support one another, and he's more than happy to just take a moment first. He hums something soft as he props his chin on Stiles' shoulder, letting it turn into a soft rumble that radiates contentedness.
Even if he's a smartass. He just laughs a little, squeezing him gently in his arms. He has no idea how he has any energy to practically vibrate in his skin, but it's somehow perfect to just hold him like this. ]
Mm, no. I think that's you. [ His head lolls a little on his shoulder to get a better look at him. ]
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Even if he's a smartass. He just laughs a little, squeezing him gently in his arms. He has no idea how he has any energy to practically vibrate in his skin, but it's somehow perfect to just hold him like this. ]
Mm, no. I think that's you. [ His head lolls a little on his shoulder to get a better look at him. ]