He was so angry with him. With him and his damn dimples. He was angry with the others and above all he was angry with himself. He was an idiot, that's what he was. He missed Theo so much, like everything he had ever really wanted.
He was there and couldn't get close. He had tried to go talk to him, but then he came back every time. He said that it was because he had not yet forgiven him for having kept something so important from him. But the truth was different. The truth was that he was afraid.
Once they talked, he would never have hid anything about what he felt for him. Everything would come out, and he didn't know if he was ready for that. And so another week had passed and a couple of days later it would have been Christmas.
He still had to decide what to bring to Mason's house, because as usual, he would spent the holidays with him, because his parents would be out on business.
He ran his fingers through his hair, almost trying to get his thoughts out of himself, but it seemed useless. Theo was the only thing he wanted at that moment, he felt his wolf quivering with the desire to run to him and be able to touch him.
If he had found himself in front of the chimera he probably would not have resist, that was why he had done everything to avoid him, and strangely he had succeeded.
But he knew that the only reason he had do that was that he didn't want to force him. The thing made him boil, because, he realized at that moment, that the other was just protecting him, and that feeling and that awareness were warming his heart and his chest. He also protected him from himself.
How could he ignore such a thing? Was he really that stupid?
Probably yes, and Mason was right to be angry with him. He was making a mess he could solve in less than five minutes. He was making a mess, just because he was afraid.
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«dude, you have to put yourself back together.» Stiles gave him a shake, but the chimera shook his head making him frown.
Was it possible that all the wolves he met was so stubborn?
«I have no reason.»
«Theo-» Stiles started, but he shook his head again.
«he is angry, and he is right.» the chimera replied.
«yes, he could be right, but not anymore. It's been over two weeks, and it's no longer time to be angry. You need to talk.»
«he doesn't want to.» he said in a low growl.
«so you go to him.» Stiles continued.
«no, you don't understand,» the chimera laughed bitterly «he is my mate, and I do what is best for him. If he doesn't want to have me around, I'll stay away.»
«but you both are so sick.» the human snapped.
«I know.»
«God, I swear that if Derek were to behave like you I could kick him.» Stiles said exasperated throwing himself on the ground next to the chimera, who turned to stare at him hearing those words with his mouth wide open.
«Derek? Are you his mate?» Theo asked blinking several times. Stiles found himself blushing.
He hadn't talked about it to anyone yet, but after what had happened between Theo and Liam, he couldn't hide it much longer. He strongly believed that Lydia and Peter already knew it, and Scott gave him strange looks «yes, I found it out a few days ago.»
«it's great, isn't it?»
«I suppose so. I'm human, it's different. I can't feel as tied up as you are. Unless Derek marks me.» Stiles said with a shrug.
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