[Derek had wound up coming to after the meal was set, not being fully there for everything and looking at the meal. He could still kind of feel the slight throbbing from the burn to the hand, and he was quiet for a moment before glancing up to Stiles and putting a hand over his face]
Shut up.
[Don't look at him with that 'I win' tone of voice, sir.]
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Shut up.
[Don't look at him with that 'I win' tone of voice, sir.]