“Derek, you can’t seriously be jealous of a puppy.”
“He’s not a puppy. That dog is like five years old. And I’m not jealous.”
“Okay… then please tell me why you’ve been acting like this since the moment Scott dropped him off.”
“Like a caveman…I saw you scowling at the poor dog a minute ago.”
“And you kicked his water bowl when you thought I wasn’t looking.”
“To the water bowl or the puppy?”
“Stiles, I think I hate him.”
“You give me way less attention when he’s around.”
"I’m sorry, Derek. Seriously, I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. Thanks for saying something.”
“No it’s not. Come talk to me while I play with your hair.”
“Okay. If you want me to, I will. Could you scratch…like right…there?…oh, yeah that’s perfect.”
“I’m glad. What else is on your mind, stud?”
“It’s just…oh that’s nice…I don’t wanna feel like a third wheel in my own home. Y’know?
“Yeah, I get that. And that’s how you’ve been feeling this weekend?”
“Yep. Ever since that little jerk has been running around here, stealing away all your time.”
“Alright, we’re good. I’m right here. I’m on your time. Nobody is going to steal me away.
“If I ask you a question, you promise you won’t make fun of me.”
“And you’ll answer honestly.”
“I’m cuter than him right?”
“Derek, you’re way cuter than anyone or anything that’s ever existed.”
“And I’m better at cuddling?”
“The best of the fucking best.”
“I love you more than oxygen.”
“Promise you’ll never agree to dog-sit for Scott ever again.”
[Later, Stiles doesn’t mention anything when he sees Derek protectively cradling the dog asleep in his lap].
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