Tyke. [ derek says again, almost to himself. it's not like other times, when it was just too long at home. this was something else. derek catches at her hand, wincing. ] Don't.
[ because it hurts, and it isn't healing, and derek doesn't--
it'll be alright if he just lets it alone. that's not how any kind of first aid works, but that's not the point. that's what derek knows, and his whole span is taken up by the way the dream is slipping away, and by tyke. he'd forgotten and now she's here, and she's coming back to him bit by bit. ]
How long was I...?
[ derek's trying to pass it all off as confusion from the jump. or at least, that's what he's going to do until he gets a handle on it otherwise. ]
no subject
[ because it hurts, and it isn't healing, and derek doesn't--
it'll be alright if he just lets it alone. that's not how any kind of first aid works, but that's not the point. that's what derek knows, and his whole span is taken up by the way the dream is slipping away, and by tyke. he'd forgotten and now she's here, and she's coming back to him bit by bit. ]
How long was I...?
[ derek's trying to pass it all off as confusion from the jump. or at least, that's what he's going to do until he gets a handle on it otherwise. ]