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    Derek looks over at Stiles, who hasn't moved from the bottom step. He’s watching Derek and Scott, shadows wane and ugly beneath dull eyes that no longer shine as they used to when looking at Derek - out of irritation or goading or open honesty - and Derek doesn't quite know what to do. Because he almost expected Stiles to be the one up here on the wooden porch with him, maybe punching at his arm and grinning because although they hadn't really spoken about what they were, Derek thought, he thought that out of everyone in Beacon Hills, that Stiles would be the one to show any emotion at having him back.

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    “Stiles, I’m right here,” Derek said, taking his face in his hands. “Look at me, okay? I’m real.”

    “You’re not.”

    “Of course I am, you idiot,” Derek said, taking one of Stiles’ hands and pressing it over his heart. “Does that feel fake to you? I’m real and I’m right here.”

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    Stiles has laryngitis, everyone thinks it's funny, except Derek, his misses Stiles' voice.

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    “It’s actually really weird not hearing you talk,” Derek tells him after a moment and Stiles looks back at him. Derek is looking fiercely at his lap. “I don’t like it; it’s disconcerting not to hear your voice.”

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    Distantly he feels his shirt being ripped open, but he can barely recognize anything other than the hands currently touching his face. The touches range from cupping his jaw, brushing over his forehead, and pushing his hair back, even though his hair isn't long enough to be in the way.

    They're the only hands that make sense, so when they start banging on his chest he tries to focus on why they're doing that, why they are there of all places.

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    Derek is still working his hands across Stiles’ shoulders, firmly pressing into the rigid muscles, and Stiles just stares at him through blurry, tear-masked eyes, taking in the jet black hair and pale skin until he can finally choke out, “The last person to help me through a panic attack kissed me.”

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