[ Six months of being alone and struggling under the weight of a red-eyed mantle he can't carry hasn't made him any less withholding when it comes to personal information. Especially when that personal information is something he's embarrassed about? The scout leader thing was a nightmare and he's left that shit dead and buried. The ghost of it still haunts him, but considering he's been forcefully ignoring all the calls from his old boss trying to hire him again, that's all it is. A ghost.
Despite it all, Derek wants to ask for reassurance about Cora - is she really okay? sits on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down along with the rest of the questions he wants to ask. About her, about the world, about the future. He's shaken, but he's supposed to be above feelings like that. Rolling his shoulders, Derek puts everything out of his mind except for Stiles, zeroing in on something that gives him focus. Being supportive. ]
I have places you can crash or hide out in if things get rough. Places in my own name. I chose not to register, so - if you choose to stay unsettled, you'll have somewhere to go when they boot you from assigned housing.
[ He's being nice when he opts not to circle back and comment on the glorified caddie reveal, even though, oh, man. So many mean things he could say about that. He figures that between that, trying to do good by Stiles and not haranguing him for details about home, he's made up for slamming him against the wall and he's got enough good karma to be at least a little bit rude. A little bit. ]
Your dad's not here. Scott's not here. You're skinny and bony and won't survive without someone watching your back, so. [ Long, disgusted sigh. ] I guess that's me, until you make a real friend.
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[ Six months of being alone and struggling under the weight of a red-eyed mantle he can't carry hasn't made him any less withholding when it comes to personal information. Especially when that personal information is something he's embarrassed about? The scout leader thing was a nightmare and he's left that shit dead and buried. The ghost of it still haunts him, but considering he's been forcefully ignoring all the calls from his old boss trying to hire him again, that's all it is. A ghost.
Despite it all, Derek wants to ask for reassurance about Cora - is she really okay? sits on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down along with the rest of the questions he wants to ask. About her, about the world, about the future. He's shaken, but he's supposed to be above feelings like that. Rolling his shoulders, Derek puts everything out of his mind except for Stiles, zeroing in on something that gives him focus. Being supportive. ]
I have places you can crash or hide out in if things get rough. Places in my own name. I chose not to register, so - if you choose to stay unsettled, you'll have somewhere to go when they boot you from assigned housing.
[ He's being nice when he opts not to circle back and comment on the glorified caddie reveal, even though, oh, man. So many mean things he could say about that. He figures that between that, trying to do good by Stiles and not haranguing him for details about home, he's made up for slamming him against the wall and he's got enough good karma to be at least a little bit rude. A little bit. ]
Your dad's not here. Scott's not here. You're skinny and bony and won't survive without someone watching your back, so. [ Long, disgusted sigh. ] I guess that's me, until you make a real friend.