[ His heart aches for her when there's some hesitation like she has to think about whether she really wants to let someone in a little bit. He knows the feeling and that's why he aches. It would be so easy for Derek to shut out everyone around him and be a recluse and, honestly, he did that for several years. It just...gets too lonely and he's a pack animal. He needs a pack. He's trying to slowly build one for himself; they don't have to be werewolves to be pack. Scott taught him that. He'll probably never admit how grateful he has been for that lesson from the younger, bitten wolf.
But then she smiles and nods and Derek returns the smile. If she's willing to give him a chance, he's willing to give her a chance and they can both learn together that not everyone is out to get them. ]
Good, I'm glad. And yeah, it's definitely better than getting coffee alone. I meant it when I said I'd come to you next time. We can take turns. That way, neither of us is going out of their way a hundred percent of the time.
[It's like he's going out of his way to be kind, or to make this easier. She can't say she doesn't appreciate it - she does - but she also has to bite her tongue to keep from telling her it's okay, she doesn't mind, she can manage. That feels a lot worse than apologizing does, somehow.]
Sure. I - feel like I should warn you, though, Maurtia Falls isn't....[She trails off, clearly trying to find the right way to word it.]
Did you grow up in a city? It looks like a really sleepy....northeast city, I guess, but they have a lot of the worst parts of cities kind of under the surface.
[She doesn't sound like it's a particular concern: it hasn't bothered her any, because she hasn't bothered it. It just seems like the kind of thing she should warn someone about.]
[ Derek's head tilts and an eyebrow lifts with question as her voice trails off. She looks like she's trying to figure out how to finish the thought, so he waits so she can formulate it. ]
I lived in Brooklyn for a while. I grew up in a small town plagued by supernatural phenomenon. But, what kind of worst parts are we talking?
[ Not that it's going to change his mind, but he's curious. ]
[She exhales a breath that might be a laugh, with a little more effort.]
Probably nothing you'd be bothered by, then. Just like, gambling, and drugs. That sort of thing. [Men and women on corners after a certain hour, but her tongue is much too clumsy to point that business out.] I think the policy are paid to look the other way. It's not a big deal, just - I don't know, if it'll bother you, I thought a warning might help.
Probably not if that's all. Thanks for the warning, though.
[ He gives her a warm smile and shrugs. He's seen a lot of shit. Some drug or gambling addicts aren't going to bother him much. Very little bothers him anymore. ]
It kind of takes a lot to bother me these days. But if it bothers you, we can keep doing it here?
And kitsune, nogitsune, kanima, hell hounds, Berserkers, Oni, Druids, dark Druids, God only knows how many other were-creatures including coyotes and, apparently, jaguars...
[ He gives her sort of a lopsided grin. ]
I'm learning about new things all the time. We live in a town called Beacon Hills, so-called because it's a beacon to the Supernatural.
[She doesn't know what half, maybe more than half those things are, and just stares at him for a moment. That's a hell of a place to live, that even the town name was given because of that. When she laughs, it almost surprises her, too.]
Yikes?
[What else is there to say? That sounds like a big, big yikes to her, especially if he's supposed to be protecting people from all those things.]
[ A flare of satisfaction washes over Derek and it takes him a second to realize that it's because he unintentionally managed to make her laugh and it's the first time he's really seeing her smile significantly. It's pretty. She's pretty when she doesn't look miserable, actually. ]
Yeah, yikes. Kind of a nightmare. You can see why I kept leaving and, yet, kept getting drawn to go back home. I literally left town on four occasions, right before coming here being the fourth, and I swear to God if this place sends me back to Beacon Hills instead of Brazil, I'm gonna be pissed.
[ He laughs a little and rolls his eyes at himself as he shakes his head. ]
So fucked up. Hi Vanya, nice to meet you, here's half of my ridiculous baggage; enjoy.
[The smile stays a little longer, welcomed by making light of the fucked up situation he comes from. It's not something she often - if ever - feels she has permission to do, and while it's on the table, for however long that may be, it feels only right to indulge a little.]
Maybe the Porter is stronger than your werewolf beacon.
[She's not entirely sure if that's a good thing; here is where the smile starts to shrink again.]
It's not like I haven't given you half my baggage already. Seems only fair?
[ Derek's eyebrows cock and he shrugs. He's sort of banking on it, honestly. ]
God, I hope so. I actually don't have any desire to go back home. I'm holding onto this place for dear life. I just...
[ He sighs a little, looking mostly resigned and hopefully unaffected, even though he isn't. ]
I just need a chance to be some semblance of myself. This is the first time I've felt like I can be. Being here, I mean.
[ Giving her a small smile, Derek leans forward, lowering his voice as if telling her a secret. ]
Your baggage is what makes me want to hang out with you. It means maybe I'm not just a trash fire of a person and maybe "normal" doesn't actually exist and it's just this shitty social construct some asshole decided to create to make the people around him feel inferior and we all just...bought it and feel bad about ourselves because of it. We all have baggage. I'm not the only one. So, honestly? I appreciate you sharing some of your baggage. It...feels like solidarity? I think that's the word I want.
[He leans forward and she finds herself unsure of how to respond - she wants to lean in, but the palm-sweating paranoia tells her to lean back. Instead she stays where she is, listening. Vanya's not usually one to interrupt.
That word again - normal. She wonders if it's ever going to have a clear definition in her head, or if she'll ever hear or say it without tasting bitterness. What helps is that he's not trying to push it at her as a marker: he may not feel just the same as she does, but at least he has some sense of it. Vanya feels the smile start to come back.]
[She's still only picked a little at her bread, cake, whatever, but she doesn't look particularly sorry about it. It's a little like she's getting used to food again; things taste different now, and she wonders, not for the first time, if she has Dad's medication to thank for that.
Background musings aside, though, she sounds honest enough: it's hard for most people to tell the difference between her enthusiasm and her uncertainty, but he can probably suss it out more easily. She likes the idea of him texting her.]
Yeah, sure. I hope work's...good? [Lord she is bad at this.]
[ Derek smiles a little and nods, glad to hear that she's willing to potentially do this again; that she's okay with him texting her to do this again because that means maybe he's successfully made himself a friend out of something as simple as paying attention when someone else was talking. Texting. Whatever it's called when it's online. It's significantly more of a challenge to make friends as an adult, so he's glad at least one thing is going to be easy: talking to Vanya is easy. ]
Cool. I will, then.
[ Gathering his trash together so that it'll be easy to toss it on his way out when he gets up, Derek smirks a little. ]
I think I got lucky. It's hard for work to be anything other than good when your job is spending time with puppies.
[ He pushes himself to his feet then and looks around for a trash can before turning his attention back to Vanya. ]
I'll talk to you soon, Vanya. Thanks for coming out.
Definitely lucky. [She's been having a surprisingly good time, so there's barely any frustration in her voice. Her work problems are, well at least a little sorted, and that has to be good enough for now. At least until she finds the courage to have anything to do with music again.
Vanya stays where she is, ostensibly to finish her food, but also a little bit because it just feels less awkward than walking out with him. That could so easily turn into a case of saying good bye and then walking in the same direction, and she would much prefer to avoid the possibility.
So instead she smiles up at him, genuinely satisfied with how the occasion turned out.]
Yeah. Thanks for asking me. [She hopes, offering a small wave as he goes, that he'll ask again.]
You should stop by sometime. Puppies actually do make everything better. I do classes at the PetMart.
[ He rolls his eyes at himself at just how dumb that sounds to admit to. A werewolf. Training puppies at a big box pet store. What the hell is his life?
Derek gives her a small wave as he steps away, actually throwing his things away before starting away from the table. Before he actually leaves, he calls over his shoulder. ]
I'll see you soon.
[ It's because he's confident that this went well and he will see her around sooner than later.
And with that, Derek heads out of the cafe to go home and get ready for work. ]
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But then she smiles and nods and Derek returns the smile. If she's willing to give him a chance, he's willing to give her a chance and they can both learn together that not everyone is out to get them. ]
Good, I'm glad. And yeah, it's definitely better than getting coffee alone. I meant it when I said I'd come to you next time. We can take turns. That way, neither of us is going out of their way a hundred percent of the time.
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Sure. I - feel like I should warn you, though, Maurtia Falls isn't....[She trails off, clearly trying to find the right way to word it.]
Did you grow up in a city? It looks like a really sleepy....northeast city, I guess, but they have a lot of the worst parts of cities kind of under the surface.
[She doesn't sound like it's a particular concern: it hasn't bothered her any, because she hasn't bothered it. It just seems like the kind of thing she should warn someone about.]
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I lived in Brooklyn for a while. I grew up in a small town plagued by supernatural phenomenon. But, what kind of worst parts are we talking?
[ Not that it's going to change his mind, but he's curious. ]
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Probably nothing you'd be bothered by, then. Just like, gambling, and drugs. That sort of thing. [Men and women on corners after a certain hour, but her tongue is much too clumsy to point that business out.] I think the policy are paid to look the other way. It's not a big deal, just - I don't know, if it'll bother you, I thought a warning might help.
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[ He gives her a warm smile and shrugs. He's seen a lot of shit. Some drug or gambling addicts aren't going to bother him much. Very little bothers him anymore. ]
It kind of takes a lot to bother me these days. But if it bothers you, we can keep doing it here?
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You said supernatural phenomena - does that mean just, werewolves? And banshees?
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[ Derek's eyes widen as he shrugs a little. ]
And kitsune, nogitsune, kanima, hell hounds, Berserkers, Oni, Druids, dark Druids, God only knows how many other were-creatures including coyotes and, apparently, jaguars...
[ He gives her sort of a lopsided grin. ]
I'm learning about new things all the time. We live in a town called Beacon Hills, so-called because it's a beacon to the Supernatural.
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Yikes?
[What else is there to say? That sounds like a big, big yikes to her, especially if he's supposed to be protecting people from all those things.]
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Yeah, yikes. Kind of a nightmare. You can see why I kept leaving and, yet, kept getting drawn to go back home. I literally left town on four occasions, right before coming here being the fourth, and I swear to God if this place sends me back to Beacon Hills instead of Brazil, I'm gonna be pissed.
[ He laughs a little and rolls his eyes at himself as he shakes his head. ]
So fucked up. Hi Vanya, nice to meet you, here's half of my ridiculous baggage; enjoy.
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Maybe the Porter is stronger than your werewolf beacon.
[She's not entirely sure if that's a good thing; here is where the smile starts to shrink again.]
It's not like I haven't given you half my baggage already. Seems only fair?
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God, I hope so. I actually don't have any desire to go back home. I'm holding onto this place for dear life. I just...
[ He sighs a little, looking mostly resigned and hopefully unaffected, even though he isn't. ]
I just need a chance to be some semblance of myself. This is the first time I've felt like I can be. Being here, I mean.
[ Giving her a small smile, Derek leans forward, lowering his voice as if telling her a secret. ]
Your baggage is what makes me want to hang out with you. It means maybe I'm not just a trash fire of a person and maybe "normal" doesn't actually exist and it's just this shitty social construct some asshole decided to create to make the people around him feel inferior and we all just...bought it and feel bad about ourselves because of it. We all have baggage. I'm not the only one. So, honestly? I appreciate you sharing some of your baggage. It...feels like solidarity? I think that's the word I want.
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That word again - normal. She wonders if it's ever going to have a clear definition in her head, or if she'll ever hear or say it without tasting bitterness. What helps is that he's not trying to push it at her as a marker: he may not feel just the same as she does, but at least he has some sense of it. Vanya feels the smile start to come back.]
I could use a little solidarity, these days.
[These days, this life. You know.]
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Yeah, you and me both.
[ He finishes his tea and stretches his arms over his head. ]
I should probably get going soon. I gotta go to work later. We should do this again soon, though. Can I text you?
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[She's still only picked a little at her bread, cake, whatever, but she doesn't look particularly sorry about it. It's a little like she's getting used to food again; things taste different now, and she wonders, not for the first time, if she has Dad's medication to thank for that.
Background musings aside, though, she sounds honest enough: it's hard for most people to tell the difference between her enthusiasm and her uncertainty, but he can probably suss it out more easily. She likes the idea of him texting her.]
Yeah, sure. I hope work's...good? [Lord she is bad at this.]
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Cool. I will, then.
[ Gathering his trash together so that it'll be easy to toss it on his way out when he gets up, Derek smirks a little. ]
I think I got lucky. It's hard for work to be anything other than good when your job is spending time with puppies.
[ He pushes himself to his feet then and looks around for a trash can before turning his attention back to Vanya. ]
I'll talk to you soon, Vanya. Thanks for coming out.
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Vanya stays where she is, ostensibly to finish her food, but also a little bit because it just feels less awkward than walking out with him. That could so easily turn into a case of saying good bye and then walking in the same direction, and she would much prefer to avoid the possibility.
So instead she smiles up at him, genuinely satisfied with how the occasion turned out.]
Yeah. Thanks for asking me. [She hopes, offering a small wave as he goes, that he'll ask again.]
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[ He rolls his eyes at himself at just how dumb that sounds to admit to. A werewolf. Training puppies at a big box pet store. What the hell is his life?
Derek gives her a small wave as he steps away, actually throwing his things away before starting away from the table. Before he actually leaves, he calls over his shoulder. ]
I'll see you soon.
[ It's because he's confident that this went well and he will see her around sooner than later.
And with that, Derek heads out of the cafe to go home and get ready for work. ]