[He flinches visibly as he's halfway out of the bed, looking over at Derek almost apologetically. Stupid Derek and his stupid inability to just stay asleep and let him retain his dignity.]
You are not ashing my room. Just... let me come up with something, okay.
[Because this had to stop. Derek was not cuddle material. Other people were. Other people who would probably stab him in the eye with a nail file if they woke up with him in their bed, so there was an upside to this.]
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You are not ashing my room. Just... let me come up with something, okay.
[Because this had to stop. Derek was not cuddle material. Other people were. Other people who would probably stab him in the eye with a nail file if they woke up with him in their bed, so there was an upside to this.]