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[He distinctly doesn't watch Stiles leave the table, instead finishing up his food and drinking the last of his drink, sitting back in his seat as Stiles returns, right ankle resting on his left knee. He nods slightly at the verdict.] We'll have to wait a while longer then.
[He rests a hand on the table, brushing his fingernails over the surface of it, trying not to worry too much about this whole alien world thing. After a moment, he looks up, taking a breath before he speaks.]
This 'cure' thing they mentioned giving us. Some girl said it was to cure an illness, and tried to explain why I feel weaker on it being like a flu shot... [He bites at his lower lip for a moment.] I'm just-- give me a second.
[Derek stands up, moving away from the table, and rolling his neck and shoulders as he shifts. It almost hurts to do it and he gets to his full shift before he starts to feel a little light-headed. He staggers slightly and blinks slowly before looking over at Stiles.] Does everything look right? Because it doesn't feel right.