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His dad saw them kissing.
Stiles forgot how to breathe, fearing that his dad won’t let him see again Derek.
“Stiles, it’s okay,” the sheriff hugged his son, telling him, “I know all about you and Derek, it’s not a secret in a small town like ours.”
“You know?” Stiles asked, feeling somewhat relieved as he breathes, feeling Derek next to him, giving him support.
Derek saw how pale his mate was when they noticed the sheriff standing in the doorframe and looking at them.
“I approve, don’t ever change, son.” His dad was smiling at him.
“Thank you, Dad.”