One Night

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    Stiles climbed out of the shower, his hair dripping wet and flayed over his face, stretching down over his eyes. His hand reaches up and pushed the slacked strands back over the top of his head, looking drastically slicked back. He puffed out his cheeks and let out a heavy sigh as he looked into the mirror, hand clutching over the towel he wore hanging over his lower half, freshly showered and still damp. He gave a soft grin at his image.

    After the moment stiles pulled open the bathroom door, flicking on the fan and off the light on his way out. His dad would be later seeing as he had to stay in and work on a statement from a civilian who got lost in the woods. Stiles pushed open his door, not turning on the light for his eyes sake as he made his way to his dresser. Pulling it open to grab some boxer briefs- which he wasted no time putting on. He searched through his drawer for a comfortable t-shirt to wear that night, finding one and getting abruptly stopped by a cough and clear of the throat.

    The human twisted his head and stared back at the werewolf in his window, Derek sat halfway through, back against the side of his window sill, one leg hanging over to tap his toes on the floor while the other planted on the window sill. Derek's head and right shoulder leaned inside under the opened window and left shoulder and body sat outside. He looked down at his hands twirling a stick between his fingers before he looked up and turned his head slightly, the light momentarily reflected the red of his eyes before it disappeared. Stiles stared for an amount of five seconds before rushing to pull his loose, Batman style, t-shirt over his head.

    "Hey." He whispered out before clearing his throat. "Um, do-do you need something, what's up?"

    "No, I don't need anything." Derek answered calmly, still messing with his twig, snapping small parts off.

    "What are you doing here?" Stiles continued as he slowly started toward his bed.

    "Isaac didn't come back home, and what you said in the text... I think he did something stupid." Derek muttered softly as stiles found his spot on his bed. Kicking aside a stray pillow and moving it in place at the head end of the bed.

    "You think they have him?" Derek didn't answer. "Are you here as my werewolf protection, or looking for him?" The teen continued.

    Again Derek didn't answer so stiles leaned back in his un-tidy pile of blankets and pillows. His skin shuddering from the breeze through the window. He didn't bother with trying to get Derek inside to close it, the man was very clearly sticking to distance. Although the conversation put off comfortable reoccurrence, the visits were a new aspect to the twos "relationship". Stiles stops at the edge of his bed, quickly looking over his shoulder at the large leather jacket hanging over the edge of his desks rolling chair.

    "Oh! Your here for your jacket. I forgot to give it back, sorry." Stiles practically jogs the small distance to grab the jacket and start toward Derek, still sitting without a care.

    "No, I'm not." Is all he says as he takes his signature jacket and hangs it over his knee. Stiles crosses his arms and stares at Derek, waiting for a reason then. "Last time I was here I was crazy, I kinda want to make amends to that image.." Derek's voice is soft, gruff, and still so unlike him.