Stiles nodded slowly. “Yeah… I uh… I think that might make me feel a bit better,” he answered quietly. “Scott’s already half in love with this new kid… has him on the lacrosse team, got him doing afternoon stuff with the rest of the pack. No one’s gonna believe me if I say anything against him, you know?” He pulled back and glanced up at Derek slowly. “You and Peter are the only ones who actually take me seriously anymore.”
Derek nodded, leaning to kiss Stiles’ forehead. “I’ll take you to school in the morning if you want to stay here for the night? I know Peter isn’t back for a few days, but there’s always room in the bed.” he offered, not wanting Stiles to have to go though what he was feeling alone. “While Scott may brush that off as you being our mate, it’s only a part of it. Peter and I listen because your magic is never wrong. Your natural instincts paired with the level of magic that’s been dormant in your family for so long makes what you say relevant. Scott is still new to the world, so he doesn’t understand it like he seems to think he does.” His voice was bitter. Ever since the incident in Mexico, since Derek and Peter had helped Stiles recover from his issues post-nogitsune, Scott had started pulling away, and it pissed him off to see Scott do that to the one person he’d always had. “Just say the word and I’ll kick Scott’s ass for being such a horrible person lately.”
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