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Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.

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[hypercompetent]

[ A little bit of a grin lights up his face at the thought--it takes him back. The first time they met Derek feels like ages ago, when Scott had just gotten bitten and they were getting his inhaler. They'd all changed a lot since then, gone through enough trauma to make any kid grow up a couple years, and Derek really hadn't been any exception. The Stiles of a year or so ago probably would have freaked out at the idea of being Derek's friend, and Scott's dead right. He imitates what Scott did mid-sentence, shaking his head. ] ...is a perfect way to describe it, yeah. He slammed my head into a steering wheel, once. [ A beat. ] I made him strip for Danny, so I guess I kinda deserved it.

[ His gaze flickers down again as Scott kicks against his knee, and he takes in what he's saying. As much as he wants to believe it, the part of Stiles that's a cynic is focusing on the negative way more than anything else, and he manages a small, lopsided smile. ] You're always sappy, I'd be more weirded out if you weren't.

Like a piece of prey? [ He exhales noisily and ruffles his hair again. That's just lashing out--he doesn't really mean that, either. Derek hasn't looked at him like that in ages. ] I wish I had a rewind button. It's like--his one freakin' thing, man. Look how the shit with Ms. Blake went down. Y'know, he told me he couldn't even remember half of it. Like--that's fucked up. And I'm not saying I'm that bad or anything--I'm not like, about to go and make virgin sacrifices or anything, cause that would be hella redundant, but...

[ he ticks it off on his fingers. ] Paige, Kate, Ms. Blake. Dude struck out, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't need me as another curveball.