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002: Ring ring, phone call for Mrs. Harvelle

Open because Stiles can't work the comm properly yet.

Uh... hey, is that Ellen?

[Behold Stiles' most charming smile. Which is actually pretty darned charming, considering how much practice it's gotten with getting him out of sticky situations.]

So, I was talking to a guy who said that talking to you would be a good place to start if I was looking into learning how not to get my ass kicked. Because not gonna lie, that would be useful information for me to have, considering my history.

I'm Stiles, by the way.

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[Stiles just laughs. He'll never admit it, but he loves Derek's eyebrows and their vast range of expressions.]

I'd love to see you explain that to the pups.

I doubt Isaac would question is. How does Brigid like you?

Hey, what do you think? Could she really resist this face?

[ Now it's time for the amused eyebrow judging. ]

Yeah.

[He visibly deflates, shoulders drooping and expression falling so far that it has to be an act.]

Crush all my self-esteem, why don't you.

You mean you had some to begin with?

[ It's probably going too far, but there's no heat behind it. ]

[He deadpans.]

Jackass.

You face does have a certain appeal.

[He stops. Jerks his head back a little, eyes narrowed as though waiting for the other shoe to drop. It has to be a trap, a joke at his expense.]

...It does?

It depends if you're being especially irritating or not.

[ Yes, Stiles, yes it does, and even more so now he's grown into it. ]

...I thought my default setting was 'especially irritating'.

[Considering Derek spends most of his time frowning at him - which is a step-up from scowling - Stiles considers his skepticism justfied.]

[ Sometimes he frowns because he finds himself not being irritated and that's irritating because he doesn't exactly understand why. ]

It is, but that doesn't mean you don't have your moments.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

Of having an appealing face?

I wouldn't go that far.

[ There's a hint of a smile, though, and his words are unusually light. ]

Well?

Well...?

[His brow furrows. Did he miss something?]

Are you going or staying?

[He debates. Then gives a little huff and plops down on the edge of the bed. It's not like he has an excuse, but he figures Derek would have kicked him out by now if he wanted him to leave.]

Well, I do have that Trig homework tha- no, wait. No, I don't.

[ It's their situation, he keeps telling himself, because he's without family (unfortunately, as much as he hates to count Peter, he's all he's got left that he knows to be true), and with only Isaac around, he's keeping what he does have closer than usual. ]

That's cute. [ He rolls his eyes, tempted to ask what he even does without homework and research taking up all his time, but it's none of his business.

There's a minute of silence, which isn't as awkward as it probably should be, but then he frowns in thought and asks before he can stop himself: ] What is she like?

[Derek doesn't need to clarify. There's something in the way he says it.]

She's a Hale.

[There's a grin for that.]

She has a bitchface almost as good as yours. She's... kind of intimidating, honestly.

Stiles. [ He looks at him with an arched eyebrow, but there's an attempt at hidden amusement beneath the tone of warning. ] She's my sister. My young sister that I thought was dead.

[ So be careful with words or he'll empty threat violence at you. ]

Does she intimidate you?

Hell yeah she intimidates me.

[He shifts, leaning against the wall.]

She's... angry, I guess. With like everyone.

Except Boyd.

[He swallows hard.]

And Isaac, but he's like the sadest puppy ever. It's impossible to be mad at him.

[ He picks up on the hint of something as soon as Boyd's name is mentioned, but he can't put his finger on what. ]

Is she with Boyd?

[ He's not sure if he would be okay with her attached to anyone, but he also wants to find out whatever he can about the other betas. ]

[He gives a jerky little headshake.]

No. I think Isaac's into her, but... that's getting complicated...

Isaac.

[ Okay, there's a conversation that needs to be had. Later. ]

What aren't you telling me?

A lot.

[He sighs, slumping where he sits.]

I know trust is a thing for you, but... can you just trust me that you don't want to know?

Look, it- I know I should. But I can't.

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