[ Derek heaves a long suffering sigh that the amusement still in his eyes gives away as put on. One of these days, Scott McCall is going to run himself into the ground worrying about other people and nearly never himself. Derek will never say that, though, because he's not really one to talk.
To Scott's counter, Derek smirks a little, his eyebrows lifted. They both know that more damage was done in Derek's loft during battle than McCall's house. Then again, for all Derek knows, that changes in the future and Scott knows more than he does like he knew more than Scott did before now. Time travel is really confusing... ]
Monroe? No...? The last thing from home that would maybe count as a significant enough milestone to be noteworthy was technically not home at all; it was down in Mexico, but that was a while ago. I was in South America visiting Cora for a while after Braeden and I broke up. Then here.
[mexico. meaning it's a lot more than just the anuk-ite and the wild hunt. he doesn't know about the dread doctors, the chimera. doesn't know that malia met her mother, or even that he came back to beacon hills when scott needed him the most.]
...over a year ago?
[though at least the time difference works in both of their favors this time round. he knows who derek really is now. trusts him implicitly. he doesn't have any reason to hold any kind of animosity towards him anymore.]
So, I can't exactly tell you everything that happened. But I kind of need to say one thing. [not that he really thinks it'll come as all that much of a surprise to derek.]
I know things aren't exactly the same for you, but I just-- I want you to know that you'll always have a place with us, okay? Doesn't matter what happened, or where any of us are. You're still... You know. [pack.]
[ Clearing his throat, Derek's eyebrows lift. That's...a long time. Not the same length of time behind that Scott had been before, but still. A lot can happen in a year, especially in Beacon Hills. He's hoping he didn't miss much, but he's not going to hold his breath for that; God knows, missing a week can be critical back home, sometimes. ]
That's...a long time.
[ There are plenty of question he'd like to ask right about now, but Scott's beaten him to the punch by pointing out that he can't tell him everything, which sort of negates most of Derek's questions.
A small smile tugs up the corners of his mouth and Derek nods a little. ]
I know.
[ Even now, he knows. Scott's kind of stuck with him, whether he likes it or not. It sounds like that'll be less of a struggle now, though, at least. ]
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[ Derek heaves a long suffering sigh that the amusement still in his eyes gives away as put on. One of these days, Scott McCall is going to run himself into the ground worrying about other people and nearly never himself. Derek will never say that, though, because he's not really one to talk.
To Scott's counter, Derek smirks a little, his eyebrows lifted. They both know that more damage was done in Derek's loft during battle than McCall's house. Then again, for all Derek knows, that changes in the future and Scott knows more than he does like he knew more than Scott did before now. Time travel is really confusing... ]
Monroe? No...? The last thing from home that would maybe count as a significant enough milestone to be noteworthy was technically not home at all; it was down in Mexico, but that was a while ago. I was in South America visiting Cora for a while after Braeden and I broke up. Then here.
...why, when was that for you...?
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...over a year ago?
[though at least the time difference works in both of their favors this time round. he knows who derek really is now. trusts him implicitly. he doesn't have any reason to hold any kind of animosity towards him anymore.]
So, I can't exactly tell you everything that happened. But I kind of need to say one thing. [not that he really thinks it'll come as all that much of a surprise to derek.]
I know things aren't exactly the same for you, but I just-- I want you to know that you'll always have a place with us, okay? Doesn't matter what happened, or where any of us are. You're still... You know. [pack.]
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That's...a long time.
[ There are plenty of question he'd like to ask right about now, but Scott's beaten him to the punch by pointing out that he can't tell him everything, which sort of negates most of Derek's questions.
A small smile tugs up the corners of his mouth and Derek nods a little. ]
I know.
[ Even now, he knows. Scott's kind of stuck with him, whether he likes it or not. It sounds like that'll be less of a struggle now, though, at least. ]
Thanks, Scott.