life sucks ;__;

[ stiles' facial expression at him taking his pain, again, could only be described as irritated--he opens his mouth to complain but shuts it again, because they've been through this song and dance at least twenty times since stiles actually returned. he knows for a fact that taking pain can, actually, kill a werewolf, and he's pretty invested in derek not dying. he watched the nogitsune try to torment scott doing the same damn thing, so alpha or not, it's still potentially deadly, and stiles has enough goddamn blood on his hands as it is.

but he just huffs and reaches for his hand instead, pulling his pulse away and letting him hold his hand, at least. it's compromise. the feeling of pain drawn makes him tired, and he doesn't want to sleep. ] Dude, seriously, I'm fine. Totally fine.

[ just cold. and sore. and mentally nowhere near okay. ]