[ Derek raises an eyebrow, watches Stiles for a moment, trying to remember if he'd get frostbite from this weather or if he'd just be chilly for a while. He ended up at the conclusion that Stiles would be fine, for now, if whiny. He could deal with whiny.
He snorts out a small laugh, though, glancing up and down Stiles' torso, back up to his face. ] You're on track and the lacrosse team. You can't tell me that you don't work out.
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He snorts out a small laugh, though, glancing up and down Stiles' torso, back up to his face. ] You're on track and the lacrosse team. You can't tell me that you don't work out.