[He being Derek, and Mitchell gives him a really-you-hang-out-with-teenagers sort of look. Like he has any room to talk, when basically everyone is a teenager compared to 117 year old him. But these teenagers are tromping around upstairs like they have some business, with their pulses and their wonderfully warm blood. He watches Lydia go by, and tries to ignore that pulse.
As for Stiles--]
Yeah, I've lived here longer than him. You're friends with them? And-- with... Nick? [This is a guess, but all of this seems unlikely. Visits to friends don't go like this; sorry, Derek.] This isn't some detective work, is it.
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[He being Derek, and Mitchell gives him a really-you-hang-out-with-teenagers sort of look. Like he has any room to talk, when basically everyone is a teenager compared to 117 year old him. But these teenagers are tromping around upstairs like they have some business, with their pulses and their wonderfully warm blood. He watches Lydia go by, and tries to ignore that pulse.
As for Stiles--]
Yeah, I've lived here longer than him. You're friends with them? And-- with... Nick? [This is a guess, but all of this seems unlikely. Visits to friends don't go like this; sorry, Derek.] This isn't some detective work, is it.