[It was hard to be friends with someone that didn't talk to you. Silence was not friendship. Not tell him to go screw himself wasn't friendship. Sure, not throwing him into a wall was a good start, but how was Stiles supposed to pick up on the subtle nuances of an attempt if Derek's best try was refraining from hurting him.
His thumb made its way to his mouth, teeth chewing on the side of his nail bed as he waited for them to arrive. When they did, he shot Derek a look that bordered on grateful.]
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His thumb made its way to his mouth, teeth chewing on the side of his nail bed as he waited for them to arrive. When they did, he shot Derek a look that bordered on grateful.]
Thanks.
[He'd be strapping himself into bed tonight.]