Changing Patterns

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    "Kissed.."Scott mimicked and stiles finally peaked out from the top of his pillow, eyes glossed and scared.

    "Mhmm..."

    "Derek, Hale. Alpha- our, Derek... Hale..." he continued and stiles practically shook with fear.

    "Mh-mm..." his voice cracked, somehow cracked through the mumble.

    "Like, did you peck him on the cheek, or um..." Scott squinted at the wall above Stiles's bed, the same wall the werewolf had not taken his eyes off of since he heard Stiles's confession. His hand waved over his gaped lips that quickly pursed and fell into a tight pulled line as the motion looked like a kiss.

    And that was it, the detail the poor old wacky brained human didn't want to go in. But Scott was asking, and unsupposidly, that information was needed. Stiles winced before answering.

    "Lips..." he consider, then continued. "More then a peck." Scott's eyes flew open, still on the apparently very, very interesting wall. Of course stiles new it wasn't the boy on boy part of the situation- then again it might be a surprising aspect to the situation seeing as he'd never told Scott about his very confusing junior high crush on Danny. But still! Scott's kinda- sorta with Isaac so it's not the boy on boy part of the situation, rather the Derek part that's messing with Scott. And somewhat stiles as well.

    "Scott, say something?" His voice again cracked through the plea. Scott's eyes snapped to him, shock and then worry flooding the look.

    "Whoa- okay, hey." Scott started, easily stealing the pillow from Stiles's hands and leaning the human up to his chest to hug him. "Calm down okay." The werewolf patted his dear friends back lightly in comfort. But the motion only surged more of whatever he was feeling, cause he couldn't call it fear, or worry, panic maybe? The difference between Derek having comforted him, he welcomed Stiles's break down, practically told him to, he held stiles through it and tried to let the boy go through it. Scott. Scott, was trying to calm him down, help him push away the feeling and get rid of it. That's the difference. And the damned patting. That's got to go, Derek hand softly rubbed his hand over Stiles's back. Oh god! Here he was comparing comfort styles. Doomed, stiles was doomed.

    "Okay." Stiles whispered in a shivery breath. "Okay," he said again as Scott leaned back to look at Stiles's eyes. Which settled slightly.

    "Okay." Scott repeated and let a small smile drift from his lips. "I don't- care?" The werewolf questioned his words. "That you kissed a guy do anything like that, or that it was Derek- lie. That's a lie I care that you kissed Derek. He's not, well it not like- shit, okay." Stiles's heart picked up again and Scott met his eyes.

    "I'm okay." He blurted, eyes wide and he snapped his lips into a line and calmed down his breathing.

    "Derek's, Derek." Scott finally spoke. "He, doesn't have the best track record, and I'll support you through anything. But I don't want you to get hurt." Scott's eyes watched as Stiles's shoulders deflated slightly, his eyes calming. "And he's dangerous, and an alpha, so that means strong, and I don't know." Scott dropped his head and shook it.

    "I get it Scott." The boys eyes met. "But I don't think it's going that way. Besides, we already talked about it, I was just. I don't know."

    "And I get that." Scott answer as stiles started to look away, eyes snapping back. "I mean, Isaac and I, it's like, weird. I like him, I mean I think it might be more then that know. But, we've still yet to talk about it. I'm scared too, it's like, I don't wanna screw it up."

    Stiles nodded and the room fell quiet as both boys looked away. Then Scott's stomach growled and he was instantly reminded of dinner.

    "Right." He whispered. "Dinners ready and I really hope they saved us some." Scott grinned at his best friend who smiled back and nodded to the door.

    "I'm not to up for it. Go eat." With that Scott grinned wider with his lopsided jawline and left the human alone, his chest somehow released of pressure. Though, stiles hadn't been aiming to talk to Scott about the situation, he'd been- just gone, occupied, uninterested, for so long. And then they just fell back into a normal rhythm. He liked it, and also felt like he needed to drag the alpha by his ear down the steps and to the living room. Yet still. That pressure was relieved, and that, he could live with.

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