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“His eyes, they’re -”
Stiles cut me off. “Yeah, blah-blah, Derek Hale has nice eyes. It’s a well-known fact, actually." He gripped my shoulders and steered me towards the coffee shop exit. "Now let’s go.”
“Wait -”
He raised his eyebrows. “What?”
“His eyes,” I repeated, which made Stiles slap a hand to his forehead and run it down his face. “His eyes are so sad.”
“Yeah, he’s gone through a lot in his life, Kat. Mostly bad things – horrible things, actually.”
“I’ve heard…but I just wish I could do something,” I cast a longing glance towards where Derek was currently sat at a booth, taking a bite out of a bagel.
“Okay, little miss Tinkerbell. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not like you can just sprinkle fairy dust and poof,” he made a grand waving gesture with his arms, “all of a sudden everyone is happy.”
“But something must be working. I mean, you haven’t made a run for the hills yet,” I teased. “Or maybe it’s just my charm and this award winning smile,” I grinned cheesily at him.
“Maybe,” he pressed his nose to mine, and suddenly I was swept off the ground in a giant bear hug.