[ Derek watches him go, and huffs, because, what? No, that wasn't right, and Derek can smell the misery and loathing rolling off Stiles, this wasn't how this was supposed to go at all. Derek sets his plate down, a little harder than he means to, and stands up, walking right up to Stiles and taking his plate. He sets it aside and crowds up into Stiles' personal space, looking him in the eye. ] You still have feelings for me.
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