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Derek Hale ([personal profile] triskeles) wrote in [personal profile] hypercompetent 2014-04-09 02:02 am (UTC)

Poor angel.

[ The fact that Stiles is awake doesn't particularly surprise him all that much. What little sleep he has been getting in the past day has been brief and resulted in the teenager jerking himself awake again, leaving Derek reassuring him that everything was okay, he was safe, nothing was going to happen. He is, after the past week, effectively exhausted but still refuses to properly sleep if Stiles doesn't. The closest he's gotten has been dozing, and he's fine with that. ]

Show you in a minute. [ Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he reaches up and brushes his knuckles against his temple. It's brief contact, reassurance that's instinctive for him to give, both as a wolf in a pack and as someone worried for the wellbeing of a person he cares a great deal about. The moment there's skin on skin, he feels the twinge of pain, sees a flash of his veins filling with black. But he doesn't jerk back from it, and instead drops his hand down to slot his hand over his pulse.

Thumbing at it, he ignores the way pain settles on him. There's a lot in Stiles, and he's not surprised from what he's been told so far. But his body processes it better than Stiles' can without the nogitsune in it, so he's willing to take it bit by bit until Wonderland works its magic or he just saps it all out of him.
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