Yeah--yeah, okay. Yeah. [ Stiles nods a couple times--he's still shaking just a little, and his voice is still scratchy, like he's been screaming for hours, but it's. It's going to be okay. He's here. It's going to be okay.
He mumbles something again as he starts to walk a little blindly next to Derek. He knows where the room is, he's been there a thousand times, even in the present where it's been destroyed and he had to hold onto the shreds, but he's barely sure if his steps are real and concrete, still thinking this might be a dream.
Just in case, just to keep the contact, to make sure he can feel Derek solidly beside him, his hand slides down his forearm and finds his hand, twining their fingers together in a natural, perfect fit and holding on tightly, his thumb making erratic, shaky patterns across Derek's palm. ] It's okay.
[ That's for him, not for Derek. It's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay. It's real. There's nothing fake here. No screaming monsters, no jabberwocky--at least not yet. It's real. ]
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He mumbles something again as he starts to walk a little blindly next to Derek. He knows where the room is, he's been there a thousand times, even in the present where it's been destroyed and he had to hold onto the shreds, but he's barely sure if his steps are real and concrete, still thinking this might be a dream.
Just in case, just to keep the contact, to make sure he can feel Derek solidly beside him, his hand slides down his forearm and finds his hand, twining their fingers together in a natural, perfect fit and holding on tightly, his thumb making erratic, shaky patterns across Derek's palm. ] It's okay.
[ That's for him, not for Derek. It's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay. It's real. There's nothing fake here. No screaming monsters, no jabberwocky--at least not yet. It's real. ]