It's Almost Normal Looking Mansion on Phoenix Way, Saturday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was still laying on the couch, on his stomach thank you, watching bad television this morning. His back was almost at 100%, but for now he was going to enjoy the wonder of having a place to recuperate that wasn't abandoned or looking like someone might build a meth lab there any moment now.

It was almost novel!

Now he just had to avoid Stiles until he could move normally again.

[[Open, of course!]]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"I misjudged his punching abilities," Stiles said and left it at that. For one thing, he didn't want to get into the bank vault scenario. For another, the shifting was really annoying.

"For fuck's sake," Stiles said. "Do you need help?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Probably. "Just move over some more."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed because he literally could not move over anymore; he was so close to the arm of the couch he practically knew it in the biblical sense at this point. But he didn't really feel like moving. For reasons.

So instead he grabbed Derek's legs and gently pulled until they were over his lap. "Better?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made the confused eyebrows at him for a moment to make sure this wasn't some weird wolfsbane hallucination. Then settled back, much more comfortable than before. "Not afraid of getting kicked, I take it."

[robinonadderall]

"Nah, I'm waiting for you to fall asleep so I can put my foot on your face and take a picture." He was so sweet.

[justlurkinghere]

"Try it and lose a foot," Derek grumbled, but his eyes were already closed.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles chuckled and patted Derek on the leg. "Go to sleep, big guy."

He would just sit here and watch TV and try not to think about how much of a freaking failure he was when it came to trying to act nonchalant around Derek.