Stiles and Sable

3

They sat in momentary silence, the room still and quiet. Derek glanced over at sable, taking in his defeated expression. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it" sable smiled Derek hesitated for a moment, unsure if his question would be insensitive. But he decided to ask anyway. "Does it hurt... the way people treat Stiles? Because of his condition?" Sable looked at him "what do you mean by 'his condition' derek" Derek winced, realizing his phrasing had been poor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. I meant..." He trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I meant does it hurt you guys when people treat Stiles differently because of the multiple personalities?"

"It bothers me but not as much as people treating him differently because he has adhd" Derek raised an eyebrow, surprised by Sable's response. "People give him a hard time because he has ADHD?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. Sable nodded his head "people hate his rambling and constant moving especially when he does take Adderall" Derek's expression shifted from disbelief to anger as he heard Sable's words. "That's ridiculous," he said, his voice tinged with indignation. "There's nothing wrong with how Stiles is, ADHD and all."

"Bye derek" sable smiled putting his head on dereks lap Derek, surprised by Sable's sudden action, chuckled as he found himself with a lapful of Sable's head. "You really like getting physical with me, huh?" he teased, gently running a hand through Sable's hair.

"We both like physical contact but stiles never wants to ask for it" sable wispered closeing his eyes Derek nodded, understanding the implication in Sable's words. He continued running his hand through Sable's hair, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "He thinks it makes him look weak, doesn't he?"

"Thats what my dad told me growing up" stiles said opening his eyes looking up at derek, Derek's hand froze in place, processing the sudden change back to Stiles. "Your dad told you that?" he asked, anger and indignation evident in his tone. Stiles nodded leaning into Derek's hand Derek gently resumed running his hand through Stiles's hair, his expression still filled with anger and sorrow. "Your dad was wrong," he said plainly. "There's nothing weak about wanting physical affection."

Stiles nodded "i.." stiles stopped himself from asking the question Derek noticed the hesitation in Stiles's voice and raised an eyebrow. "You what?" he prompted, curious about what Stiles was about to ask. Derek noticed the hesitation in Stiles's voice and raised an eyebrow. "You what?" he prompted, curious about what Stiles was about to ask. Stiles stayed quiet "sable can you help me" he mumbled "sure" sable said Derek watched curiously as Stiles and Sable conversed silently. He waited patiently, his hand still resting on Sable's hair, as he looked at Stiles, hoping for some clue as to what they were talking about.

"he wants you other hand" Derek chuckled, catching on to what Sable meant. "Oh, does he now?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He lifted his other hand and began running both hands through Stiles's hair, gently massaging his scalp. "No he wants to hold your other hand" Derek's smirk grew wider, realizing what Stiles was really asking for. "Oh, so that's what he wanted," he teased, amused. He moved his other hand down to Stiles's, interlacing their fingers together.

Sable laughed letting stikes have control again Stiles chuckled along with Sable, relishing the feeling of Derek's hands in his hair and their fingers intertwined. "See? Was that so hard to ask?" Derek joked, his tone light and playful. "Yes because i don't know how to ask for it" stiles said looking up at derek Derek's expression softened, a mixture of affection and understanding in his eyes. "You don't have to be afraid to ask for what you want, Stiles," he said gently, still running his hand through his hair and holding his hand. "I'll always give it to you."

Stiles nodded "i know but still" Derek chuckled softly, still running his fingers through Stiles's hair. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He paused for a moment before adding teasingly. "But I wouldn't have you any other way." Stiles grinned Derek smiled back at Stiles, enjoying the easy banter between them. He continued running his hand through Stiles's hair, his touch gentle and soothing. "You know, you should ask for these things more often," he said lightly, trying to encourage Stiles to be more open about his needs.