LOG OUT
Some days Stiles just wanted to log out of life for a while. It's not like he wanted to delete his account on a permanent basis, he just… wanted to be able to log out. Take a break from breathing, talking, studying, feeling, being.
Most times he'd just locked himself in his room and cry until the sleep took over. Other times, a nap wasn't possible or just wasn't enough. A nap didn't make him forget about the horrors that came with the Nogistune. A nap couldn't make him stop missing his mom. A nap wouldn't let him quit worrying that his father could get shoot at anytime.
So sometimes he would, yeah, cry, and be mad and sad and worried and anxious and just wanting to log out of life for a while.
Derek knew all of that, of course. Being mated with the boy meant, among other amazing things, that he didn't even need to be near Stiles to know that he was having one of those days. And while he would stop anything he was doing at the moment if his boyfriend called him, he knew better than try and show up uninvited through one of them. Instead he'd just wait 'til the next morning, go to the Sheriff's house with some good coffee and prepare a nice breakfast for the three of them. Then he'd take Stiles out, maybe to the preserve, or to the movies, or just would make his boyfriend help him with the rebuilding of the Hale Manor. He'd caress the boy, and kiss him countless, softly, deeply. He'd tell him how grateful he was for having him in his life. He'd make Stiles laugh and he'd talk about their favorite superheroes. He'd read out loud his old books about mystical creatures, because those was the ones Stiles loved the most, especially when it was Derek reading them to him, cuddling in the couch.
Derek would make all of this and more, anything it would take, really, to make Stiles want to log into life again.
