Derek's ears perk up at Scott's words but he instantly dismisses the thought. It's possible maybe, sure, but it wouldn't do him any good to hope for such a thing to actually happen. Things don't usually work so well in Derek's favor. He already feels like he's pushing it a little with Stiles.
Scott's never seen him in this form, he realizes. No one at home had, because he hadn't quite perfected it yet. And when he did, all he though about was his mom and his sister and their lithe, dark forms. They were beautiful, and the only reason Derek can shift at all is because they're both dead.
He's shifted around Stiles a few times, let him touch his fur and his ears, let him yank his tail. There isn't much he wouldn't let Stiles do at this point. Derek gets up onto his feet and shakes himself hard, like maybe his sorrow will fly off of him as well as the dirt.
He makes sure to hit Scott in the face with his bushy tail as he turns, huffing out a sound a bit like a laugh as he grabs his jeans between his teeth and heads behind the trunk of a thick tree. He shifts back and pulls his jeans on, wiggling his toes in the dirt as he zips them up.
"Scott," he greets as he slips his wallet back into his pocket. It's still a little awkward, but not quite. Derek isn't angry at Scott anymore. There's no real point in it. What's done is done and Scott didn't deliberately set out to hurt Derek, he doesn't think.
He slips his shirt on and pulls himself up onto a rock, looking down at the beta, alpha in training, whatever he is or will become. "How are you settling in?"
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Scott's never seen him in this form, he realizes. No one at home had, because he hadn't quite perfected it yet. And when he did, all he though about was his mom and his sister and their lithe, dark forms. They were beautiful, and the only reason Derek can shift at all is because they're both dead.
He's shifted around Stiles a few times, let him touch his fur and his ears, let him yank his tail. There isn't much he wouldn't let Stiles do at this point. Derek gets up onto his feet and shakes himself hard, like maybe his sorrow will fly off of him as well as the dirt.
He makes sure to hit Scott in the face with his bushy tail as he turns, huffing out a sound a bit like a laugh as he grabs his jeans between his teeth and heads behind the trunk of a thick tree. He shifts back and pulls his jeans on, wiggling his toes in the dirt as he zips them up.
"Scott," he greets as he slips his wallet back into his pocket. It's still a little awkward, but not quite. Derek isn't angry at Scott anymore. There's no real point in it. What's done is done and Scott didn't deliberately set out to hurt Derek, he doesn't think.
He slips his shirt on and pulls himself up onto a rock, looking down at the beta, alpha in training, whatever he is or will become. "How are you settling in?"