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Well, the timing could have been worse. I'll give you that.

[ That's the most he gets and it's only because he's being a little baby about the fact that they're discussing it at all. Scott's arrival is basically like "mom's home, you're in trouble now." She's not sorry, either. Lydia Martin waits for no man. X( dealwithit.gif ]

[ Oh. That probably should've occurred to him earlier. It obviously hadn't, though the first response is STILES IS A SUPERHERO, which is very quickly tempered by they're all acting like someone died, so. Hard to keep that enthusiasm going.

The question's less urgent, this time. There's a short pause, almost like he's afraid to ask. ] It isn't something dangerous, is it?

[ Wait, what even counts as a superpower. He's still a werewolf, is that a superpower?? Flying? Shooting lasers from your eyes? Cue the more urgent follow-up: ] Is it something dangerous?

[ YEAHHH BUDDY!!! ]

[,small> anyway, stiles interjects immediately before lydia or derek can field it and bring this pizza party down even further. ]

No!

[ because it's not! mostly because he's sort of unconsciously capable of directing himself not to teleport into things (his spacial awareness has also increased 500% since turning up, but that's a sidenote and probably unimportant, right?) ]

Sometimes I randomly teleport. It'll be fine once I get it under control.

[ derek's eyeroll is practically audible, an answer in and of itself. ]

And up until then, we just run the risk of having to retrieve you from awkward places.

[ just be grateful derek isn't being more melodramatic about it. though really, he's trusting lydia to handle the melodrama. ]

Assuming you get it under control before you teleport yourself into a rock face, or in front of a car, or —

[ Here to help. :) ]

Oh.

[ Just oh. Stiles can teleport. No idea what the proper response to that is, assuming there even is one. Scott would normally find the revelation pretty awesome, actually, but then Lydia cuts in with the worst-case scenarios. ]

How do you? Control it, I mean. You know how, right? You just need to practice?

[ DO YOU NEED AN ANCHOR BUDDY. ]

[ stiles shrugs, annoyed, though not with scott. ]

I'm not gonna teleport into a rock face. Don't ask me how I know, I just — know, where stuff is.

[ even his tiny handful of accidental teleports he's been able to come out the other side somewhere safe. ]

That's about all I know, though. I can't do it voluntarily.

[ don't even think about tying him up and lobbing lacrosse balls at him tho. ]

You didn't mention that before.

[ it's accusing, though it wasn't like that had been the most level-headed and open conversation. ]

He needs someone to help him learn to control it.

[ easier said than done. ]

[ Since Derek has the pedantic bickering market cornered, Lydia looks to Scott with raised eyebrows like wow yeah that makes it better, doesn't it? And while we're here ... ]

I don't suppose you've met any teleporters.

[ Because they sure as fuck haven't. She doesn't really expect Scott to know anyone, but she likes to cynically point out the hopelessness of the situation. It makes her feel better. ]

... none that are people. [ Porters probably don't count. And this is very belated, but that doesn't make it any less genuine. Scott looks back to Stiles, thoughtful, then his gently concerned expression breaks into a smile. ]

You're totally Batman.

[ ... as in you have superpowers. Which isn't even accurate, since Batman doesn't have superpowers, but an attempt is being made. ]

I'm pretty sure I'm not.

[ if anything, derek's batman, he's got that whole brooding vigilante of the night thing going on. ]

But I could be Nightcrawler.

[ he grins, mirroring scott's smile and just choosing to ignore lydia and derek. it's so nice having his bff instead of these two debbie downers tbh. ]

[ no, batman is batman.

derek just looks irritated, a throwback to when he'd first met them and stiles and scott were an unending, baffling, frustrating entity. however, unlike season one, derek now has lydia, who he just looks at like can you believe this shit?

fuck pop culture references, derek's going to debbie downer the hell out of this. ]

So long as being Nightcrawler means you know what you're doing.

You're expecting a lot.

[ Not that she doesn't agree with Derek, but rather she has to at least acknowledge that 85% of the time, they have no idea what they're doing. In fact, as a general rule, it's better to assume that they're flying by the seats of their pants. That's even true for Stiles and Lydia, who arguably have a tendency to have 10% more of an idea of what they're doing. ]

[ They have a point. This could end absolutely horribly, but that's not something Scott's going to say out loud. Instead he gives Stiles a thoughtful look, then turns a steady, reassuring glance towards the others. ]

It's okay. He can handle it.

[ Casual vote of confidence, 500% sincere. ]

Thank you, Scott.

[ much pointed, very glare. stiles has got this, okay you guys? he's got this. and if he don't got this, that isn't something he's going to admit to the doubters in the middle of a pizza restaurant. ]

Now can we order already? Shhheesh.

[ derek doesn't look wholly convinced, but he tamps down his skepticism. this isn't the time. derek's gotten better at picking his battles, instead of stubbornly pursuing a topic to the death. ]

You can order. [ as if the end of the business section of the evening ending means derek's overstayed his welcome. or he thinks he has, anyway. ] I should get going.

[ attempt to vanish into the night part two. ]

[ As he tries to excuse himself, Lydia's hand darts up to the top of the table to grab his wrist, as if she can root him there by it. Her grip is surprisingly tight, and her eyes lock on his to communicate the demand that he not leave her alone with them. Despite their closeness, she's felt like she's needed him as a buffer lately, in the awkward dance of avoidance that she courts with Stiles.

And then she sees the discomfort in his face, that look like he's just slightly out of place amongst them. That's not something she can quite begrudge him.

Thinking twice on it, she bites her tongue a moment, then loosens her grip and pulls her hand back with more practiced care. She tilts her head slightly in the closest thing she'll offer to acknowledging that instinct. Her lips press together as she releases him and sits back in the booth. ]

Fine. We'll catch up with you later.

[ An awkward beat later, she looks to Scott and Stiles like she's ready to ask them food questions, but she deflates slightly and opts to ... glance down at her menu instead. ]

[ Derek's attempted exit isn't surprising. Lydia is — the fact that she wants him to stay. Not that hard to miss, given the way she grabs Derek's wrist, but it's the realization that she doesn't want to be by herself with Scott and Stiles that's confusing.

He's not entirely what to make of it. There's a brief glance between her and Stiles, an awkward beat on his end, and then he recovers by focusing on Derek. ]

Yeah. [ Slightly absent. He doesn't necessarily want Derek to bail, but begging him to stay and have dinner with a bunch of kids is kind of pushing it. But there's getting it and then there's still Worrying, so: ] Do you want us to bring you something?

[ Blatantly assuming Derek a) just doesn't want to be near people and b) can't feed himself. Which, to be fair, Scott's mom was never particularly good at feeding herself, so maybe it's just training. ]

[ stiles' eyebrows lift, but scott and lydia are apparently okay with just letting this go. lydia looks at him, and he gives her a nonverbal prodding look, but no, she's deciding what to eat. stiles sighs. ]

You can't actually have anywhere better to be.

[ he tells derek pointedly. he's never really got the whole "pack" thing, but they're definitely friends now. like, he doesn't even have to be insecure about it, there's friendship. but maybe derek missed that memo. ]

Don't you at least wanna eat before disappearing into the night?

Edited (icon) 2014-09-09 00:00 (UTC)

[ he doesn't get far before lydia catches his wrist. that's the problem. her fingers curl around his wrist and he turns towards her, and settles without thinking about it. he understands to an extent that what's between her and stiles is difficult. derek's gotten used to filling that space, or at least, providing a distraction when the tension got out of control.

regardless of how out of place he feels, he can't quite bring himself to leave knowing that. his expression turns begrudging as she takes her hand back, derek lifting his head to look between scott and stiles respectively. ]

You have no idea if I do. I could have somewhere to go. [ he doesn't, but that doesn't stop derek's tone from turning withering. ] I might.

[ there's a pause. derek's clearly hesitating, like he's rethinking his decision already, but-- ]

I thought the three of you would want to catch up.

Four of us.

[ The correction is clear, if slightly evasive courtesy of the way she continues to browse her menu. She pops one shoulder in a shrug, canting her head to the side to acknowledge. ]

The four of us are.

[ Because if he thinks he’s not one of them, he’s wrong. ]

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