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"If I do," Derek decides, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, voice softer than he'd meant, waving an encompassing hand around, "will you take all this down?" Stiles narrows his eyes, seems to run through a number of possible loopholes before relenting, "Fine." "It was my older brother's favorite holiday." Stiles' heart trips a little, but remains mostly steady, the flowers in his scent gathering droplets of rain as his breath hitches slightly. "And my mom's. We used to—. There was a way we'd—." He trails off, because putting things into words can be a struggle for him when he isn't biting them out or tricking someone or defending himself, which is probably why he'd been such a shit Alpha. Stiles doesn't tell him he can or should stop, but there's something devastatingly understanding in his eyes, like he'd get it if Derek stopped, shut him out, but there're steel shavings glinting in that honey, and there's no doubt in Derek's mind that if he stops now, all these christmas decorations are staying up. (He could probably take them all down on his own, but Stiles put them there, dedicated thought and time into it, and Derek doesn't know why that matters, but it does.)

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