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"Tell you what's wrong? Yeah, yeah I'll do that, Derek. I'll do that when I--you know what, nevermind." Stiles ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck it. I'm done. I'll do this before you can."
Derek was in the living room, mouth gaping, eyes wide and vulnerable. The look on his face was so unguarded that it probably would have made Stiles pause, but he was already at the door, gathering the handles of his old lacrosse duffel he hadn't used in four years and pulling open the door, tumbling down the stairs with a gait that utterly displayed his grief while managing to convey that he was trying his hardest to look unaffected.
(note: Chapter 2 is not story, it's just tied up loose ends that were asked after).