Re: 6th
Stiles had silently soaped up, resting his weight on his good ankle, turned away from Derek as he tried to figure out his own thoughts and feelings. Everything felt confusing and he wasn’t sure what he felt anymore and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. And he had been so inside his own head that he jumped when Derek reached out and tugged him under the spray.
“It’s fine,” Stiles said, an automatic response, as he started to rinse off. “I’m fine. Everything is peachy.” Even though it wasn’t. “I just want to get off of my ankle now. Do we have ice?”