[ Throughout the entire night, Derek's been aware of where Stiles is. And there's been plenty of ample opportunity to actually pull him aside, talk to him like both of them have requested-- via text and Christmas note both-- and fix this strange void that's spread between them in the past month of so. And for as much as Stiles has avoided him, he could've very well put an end to it long before Christmas came around. Before everything went to hell and he had to repair what he could between him and an entirely different Stiles.
But he figures it can wait, just a little longer. Part of him knows the risk he takes, given the fact Wonderland is, well, Wonderland, but just this once he's going to actually let himself believe that things will be all right.
So he occupies himself milling around the rest of the festivities, bonding with the rest of the pack and the few people he interacts with outside of it. For as much hell as Christmas was, it forced him out of his reclusive corner of the mansion. He's more inclined to talk to other people, at the start of the day. At the end, though?
He's all right, standing back. And his posture remains relaxed as Stiles comes over to him, closes the distance between them for the first time in a while. ]
Never really left it. [ For a moment, he keeps his attention on the rest of the partygoers, before ducking his head a little and shifting to stand closer to Stiles, giving him the slightest bump shoulder-to-shoulder but pressing warmth to one side of him. ]
bundles up
But he figures it can wait, just a little longer. Part of him knows the risk he takes, given the fact Wonderland is, well, Wonderland, but just this once he's going to actually let himself believe that things will be all right.
So he occupies himself milling around the rest of the festivities, bonding with the rest of the pack and the few people he interacts with outside of it. For as much hell as Christmas was, it forced him out of his reclusive corner of the mansion. He's more inclined to talk to other people, at the start of the day. At the end, though?
He's all right, standing back. And his posture remains relaxed as Stiles comes over to him, closes the distance between them for the first time in a while. ]
Never really left it. [ For a moment, he keeps his attention on the rest of the partygoers, before ducking his head a little and shifting to stand closer to Stiles, giving him the slightest bump shoulder-to-shoulder but pressing warmth to one side of him. ]