Derek lifts his head when Scott greets him, not really sure how to take it. It's not like Scott has ever really been a fan of his. But hey, him being civil will make things easier on Derek, and he can play along. "Hey, Scott."
He looks over at Stiles, who looks anxious and unsure, and Derek nods a little and clears his throat. "Well, uh. I should leave you guys to it." He takes an aborted step towards Stiles and then stops, dropping his hand. His wolf feels uneasy around Scott in a way that it never did before, and he isn't sure why. "I can just head back to the apartment."
It'll be hard to walk away from Stiles and leave him with Scott, and his wolf is very much against the idea, judging by the way it's already clawing at his insides in an attempt to get out, but it'll be easier this way. Stiles won't have to try and spare his feelings, and Derek can go wallow and fret in private.
He tries to walk by Stiles, but his wolf won't allow it. Stiles is his pack, and before Derek even realizes what's happening, he's reaching out with clawed fingers to squeeze the back of Stiles' neck. He pulls away before he can do something even more ridiculous like try to scent him or growl at Scott, because he really doesn't need to embarrass himself any further.
There's a part of him that desperately wants Stiles to make some sort of declaration to Derek as his alpha, to make his place known and ease Derek's fears, and he needs to walk away before he has to watch it not happen.
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He looks over at Stiles, who looks anxious and unsure, and Derek nods a little and clears his throat. "Well, uh. I should leave you guys to it." He takes an aborted step towards Stiles and then stops, dropping his hand. His wolf feels uneasy around Scott in a way that it never did before, and he isn't sure why. "I can just head back to the apartment."
It'll be hard to walk away from Stiles and leave him with Scott, and his wolf is very much against the idea, judging by the way it's already clawing at his insides in an attempt to get out, but it'll be easier this way. Stiles won't have to try and spare his feelings, and Derek can go wallow and fret in private.
He tries to walk by Stiles, but his wolf won't allow it. Stiles is his pack, and before Derek even realizes what's happening, he's reaching out with clawed fingers to squeeze the back of Stiles' neck. He pulls away before he can do something even more ridiculous like try to scent him or growl at Scott, because he really doesn't need to embarrass himself any further.
There's a part of him that desperately wants Stiles to make some sort of declaration to Derek as his alpha, to make his place known and ease Derek's fears, and he needs to walk away before he has to watch it not happen.