[ The sudden bout of pouring rain is certainly violent enough to pass for a sign of the end of days, or maybe Derek should just invest in cable for his abandoned train station lair. Everyone likes the weather channel, and then he wouldn't have the artful disarray of his hair ruined.
Derek's thumbing a bit of strawberry milkshake from the lip of his glass, looking fairly neutral about life despite the tickle of rainwater making a path down under the collar of his jacket. A fry gets dragged through whipped cream, and this is totally adult behavior, Stiles, shut up. ]
If you wanted a shake you should have ordered your own.
[ Because that's clearly why Stiles is staring, right. ]
(no, it definitely is.)
Derek's thumbing a bit of strawberry milkshake from the lip of his glass, looking fairly neutral about life despite the tickle of rainwater making a path down under the collar of his jacket. A fry gets dragged through whipped cream, and this is totally adult behavior, Stiles, shut up. ]
If you wanted a shake you should have ordered your own.
[ Because that's clearly why Stiles is staring, right. ]