#inscintilla

Scott grinned at Stiles when he approached him. He had seen Stiles coming in, but he hadn’t really expected him to come talk with the way the other male had been avoiding him. “Hey…” He replied, letting Stiles lead the conversation so that he wouldn’t end up pushing him away again. He really had enjoyed himself when they’d hung out. He just wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. Unless the way they’d woken up - naked in bed together - had just shocked Stiles out of his interest in being near him. “Just having dinner. I finished studying a little bit ago and I was starving. What about you?”

       There was a moment that Derek considered glaring back at Stiles. It was hidden there, beneath the weight of his lids which had been forced firmly shut in hopes to hide the glitter of gold that was sparking up in his irises from the pulsing agony shooting up his arm. He swallowed past the sick in his throat, not even wanting to look at the contorted way his elbow had snapped from his ball, choosing rather to simply sit there as the rest of the team crowded around. “I’m aware of that,” The teen managed to bite through his clenched teeth, grunting when a few of the other guy’s helped him up to his feet and ushered him toward the bench. “I didn’t realize that, I don’t know, my arm is snapped in t w o. But no, thank you for bringing that to my attention, dude.”

Clapping a hand on Jareth’s shoulder, he leads him out of the office and for the bathroom.  Time for the boy’s very first shaving lesson.