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[a long pause before stiles replies again.]

that seems unnecessarily complicated.
and frustrating.

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welcome to the tq
i'd say you get used to it but that's a lie

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awesome

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[altercate]

What happened?

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to what

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To you.
You left me a message.

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and you didn't answer.
you're the one who wanted me to call in dude

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I was on a shuttle.
Answer the question.

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i called you. you didn't answer. someone took my communicator. the end.

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at least i think someone did.
i don't know.

i have it now so maybe that part didn't happen

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Stiles, where are you.

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my room. finally got daphne to leave
why

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[ there isn't a reply. just a ten minute gap before derek knocks on his door. ]

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[a long pause before stiles jerkily opens the door looking pale and wan and underfed. but hey, no dark circles under his eyes this time!

stiles squints at derek in confusion, communicator still clutched tightly in his hand.]

... wasn't just I talking to you?

[this clearly isn't stiles' very special brand of sarcasm. he is genuinely confused by derek's appearance.]

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I don't like texting.

[ which is ironic, considering all derek does is communicate via text. derek looks at him for a long moment, assessing. ]

Tell me what happened. Someone attacked you?

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[stiles starts to nod slowly, still staring at the communicator in his hand. then he starts shaking his head instead.]

Maybe. I don't know. Did they?

She was quicker than the oni, how did she do that? Are there creatures that move like the Flash, Derek? She wasn't very nice. Sort of creepy. I think she kissed me. Or maybe I was dreaming. Is this a dream too, Derek?

[and then he actually looks at derek, and there's something quiet and frightened in his eyes] There aren't any bear traps on this ship, are there?

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Slow down.

[ it's a lot to take in. it worries derek, the rush of words, the way stiles looks, what he's talking about. ]

There's a lot of creepy things on this ship that move fast. [ dryly, because derek's bumped into a few of them, isn't eager to get into detail. ] There aren't bear traps. Not that I've ever seen.

[ he doesn't know why stiles is asking, but it's an easy answer to give, firmly and without any hesitation, derek certain of himself. ]

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[a tautness leaves stiles' body at derek's reassurance about the bear traps. that's twice now that his unconscious has caught him in one of those things, and he doesn't know how it manages to comprehend the levels of agony that one would experience in such a situation, but it has just the same. he isn't terribly eager to test the validity of his mind's hypothesis anytime soon, in any case.

almost absentmindedly stiles reaches into his pocket and feels for the now painfully familiar shape and weight of the key sitting in there. the key he can't ever remember not having, even if he isn't entirely sure where it leads to. what it unlocks.]

Why do you think we feel pain in dreams?

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To wake us up.

[ derek's eyes flick to the motion of stiles hand, watches him put it into his pocket. he nods, jerks his chin towards the bed. ]

Sit down. [ brusquely, because derek's worried, and that always manifests the same way, clipped and sharp, businesslike. ] Why are you asking?

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[stiles can't help but laugh sharply at derek's answer, even as he allows himself to be herded over toward the bed.]

I have never once woken up from a dream because of the pain, so I think your theory is a little flawed there Derek.

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Then what's the answer, if you don't like mine?

[ he's out of his depth. derek gets that. he's not much for comfort. he's good at making himself into what people need, but most of the time that's nothing like this. ]

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[stiles shrugs diffidently. he doesn't actually have an answer, that's why he asked derek. but he gives it a shot regardless.]

I think it was a metaphor that time in the coyote den. A really shitty metaphor. But yeah.

I don't know what it was this time, aside from awful.

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What do you mean, this time?

[ not that derek understands what stiles means by last time, by coyote den. he doesn't get half of this conversation, doesn't know what's happened. he's missing pieces. this isn't really new for derek, but he's still frustrated by it, and that makes his tone sharper than it needs to be. ]

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[stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand that means absolutely nothing at all.]

You know, dreams. Nightmares I guess.

[he shivers a little, before he can stop himself. frowns and bites his bottom lip, which is cracked and dry.]

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[ derek's at a loss. the thread of conversation doesn't mean anything good. derek knows that. but stiles is talking around whatever's got him worked up, and derek doesn't-- ]

Are you having nightmares since you got here?

[ the ship does that, has done that. derek knows there were nightmares for a stretch, a long period of sleeplessness, a long period of good dreams. the ship does things, and stiles was having trouble, when he was last here. derek isn't sure if it's something that existed before, or if it's something that started here. ]