“...Tea?” Stiles asked, his brow furrowing. “You hate tea. You think it’s for stuck-up British people who eat scones and have way too many cats.”
“Yeah, but we have decaf from the last time Allison was here,” Derek said, as if that explained anything. When Stiles continued to stare at him, Derek rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and nudged him towards the living room. “Go. Get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“O-kay,” Stiles murmured, doing what he was asked despite the fact that his boyfriend had gone off the deep end. He had half a mind to check the calendar to make sure they weren’t nearing the full moon, but he knew for a fact it had already passed
( ... )
“Yeah, but we have decaf from the last time Allison was here,” Derek said, as if that explained anything. When Stiles continued to stare at him, Derek rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and nudged him towards the living room. “Go. Get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“O-kay,” Stiles murmured, doing what he was asked despite the fact that his boyfriend had gone off the deep end. He had half a mind to check the calendar to make sure they weren’t nearing the full moon, but he knew for a fact it had already passed ( ... )
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