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The small brunet's shoulders shook as he curled in on himself on the large slide. A hand, patting his back, startled him and he turned to tell the person to leave him alone. The words died in the small boy's mouth as honey brown eyes met green tinged grey. The taller boy hesitantly continued his awkward patting. The smaller boy stared quizzically at the bigger boy for all of two seconds before catching the familiar hunch in the other boy's shoulders, telltale signs of intense grief. Not unlike his own. The, presumably, older boy jumped slightly when two small arms wound their way around his middle and clung tight.
Hours later, the two boys curled up in the middle of the curve in the slide, the small boy asks his name and he answers, "Derek." The small brunet scrunches up his nose in concentration and replies, "Derek Hale?" "Yeah." "Oh okay. My name is Stiles." Derek cocks his head in confusion for a second before shrugging and giving Stiles a squeeze. "Okay."