[ He briefly thinks about just getting someone to buy him booze and hiding as far away from the woods as possible. But then something pulls him to the Clinic anyway and he hovers in the waiting area kind of looking like he could be anywhere else. ]
[Which is flattering, but then Chase isn't exactly expecting Stiles to think a long talk about what's eating him (literally maybe) to be the highlight of his week. No one knew what screwed up Chase's childhood until House came along and figured him out like a Rubik's cube. Don't ask don't tell was the theme of his teens.
So when he checks the waiting room and beckons Stiles through one of the clinic doors, he's sympathetic to the fact that he'd rather be anywhere else. Chase, for his part, is mostly doing this because watching a teenager have a nervous breakdown is just a little beyond his moral pale.]
I dated a werewolf for a while.
[He says, almost as soon as the door closes behind them, juggling some notes arm to arm and looking for the right file to slot them into, as if the odd starting point of the conversation is all a side issue really.]
In the City, obviously. A few years back, when the weirder things that lived here weren't so concerned about staying in the closet.
[ For a moment he wants to start laughing because Chase's words actually cut off his breathing for a second. He hovers, his hands at his sides and the actual grinding of his thoughts starts back up.
Why should he care about Derek and his secret when Derek doesn't give a shit about him? ]
[Well, that's play one shot down. Slotting papers into their places by some kind of system of braille and overfamiliarity, Chase turns his head to look at Stiles properly.]
It's different now. When every second person on the street's a superhero, it's harder to be something from people's nightmares. I don't know if Derek's living in the woods by personal preference or because he's afraid of mobs with flaming torches but in my opinion he's got as much right to be here as the rest of us. I'm not concerned that he's something people might be afraid of.
There's a chair and he just takes it, runs his hands over his not too shaggy hair, his foot tapping a frantic rhythm out against the floor. ] He hates people, he's trying this whole lumberjack thing, he's not --.
[ A burst of air whistled through his teeth. ] I don't know what to say? I'm freaking out over nothing.
Nobody freaks out over nothing. But sometimes we can build problems into bigger things than they should be. Are you freaking out because you think you screwed up with him, or because you really think he could hurt you for screwing up?
[ Still tapping. ] We're not anything, not really. Also he's done with shoving me into stuff. I guess it's just that everything else is so big and I -. [ Shoving his hands in his pockets. ] The day before I got here the second time I got the shit kicked out of me. [ Shoulders hunching. ] And I know life is so messed up that I am just always on the verge of freaking out.
Delilah - the girl I dated. She had a healing factor in her saliva. You got ripped open, she could lick it better. Unless she'd ripped you open, in which case she might not be inclined. But yeah, Derek being a werewolf would be ridiculous.
It's not ... [ He just can't seem to keep still. ] I guess here's just weird. Back home I have other things to distract me and it's not just me and ...
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So when he checks the waiting room and beckons Stiles through one of the clinic doors, he's sympathetic to the fact that he'd rather be anywhere else. Chase, for his part, is mostly doing this because watching a teenager have a nervous breakdown is just a little beyond his moral pale.]
I dated a werewolf for a while.
[He says, almost as soon as the door closes behind them, juggling some notes arm to arm and looking for the right file to slot them into, as if the odd starting point of the conversation is all a side issue really.]
In the City, obviously. A few years back, when the weirder things that lived here weren't so concerned about staying in the closet.
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Why should he care about Derek and his secret when Derek doesn't give a shit about him? ]
Werewolves exist? [ Fuck. ] Cool.
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It's different now. When every second person on the street's a superhero, it's harder to be something from people's nightmares. I don't know if Derek's living in the woods by personal preference or because he's afraid of mobs with flaming torches but in my opinion he's got as much right to be here as the rest of us. I'm not concerned that he's something people might be afraid of.
[He sighs, and leans back against the desk.]
But I'm concerned about how scared you are.
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There's a chair and he just takes it, runs his hands over his not too shaggy hair, his foot tapping a frantic rhythm out against the floor. ] He hates people, he's trying this whole lumberjack thing, he's not --.
[ A burst of air whistled through his teeth. ] I don't know what to say? I'm freaking out over nothing.
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[ Still tapping. ] We're not anything, not really. Also he's done with shoving me into stuff. I guess it's just that everything else is so big and I -. [ Shoving his hands in his pockets. ] The day before I got here the second time I got the shit kicked out of me. [ Shoulders hunching. ] And I know life is so messed up that I am just always on the verge of freaking out.
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[An expansive gesture with his hands may as well be saying look at where we are.]
All I can tell you is that here, you've got that in common with everyone else. Why did you get beaten on, at home?
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His face does this complicated spasm thing and he sighs. ] Won a lacrosse game. People didn't like it.
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Nothing to do with the wolf thing.
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Delilah - the girl I dated. She had a healing factor in her saliva. You got ripped open, she could lick it better. Unless she'd ripped you open, in which case she might not be inclined. But yeah, Derek being a werewolf would be ridiculous.
[Lets just be clear.]
I know what he is. I've known for months.
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Oh. Oh. Okay.
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It's dangerous for him to admit knowing this, and not for any of the reasons Stiles might guess.]
I'm not about to publicise the fact. I'm only talking to you about it now because every time I see you you look more and more ready to explode.
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It's not ... [ He just can't seem to keep still. ] I guess here's just weird. Back home I have other things to distract me and it's not just me and ...