[ derek puts a hand on her sternum and nudges her: harder than he would a human, but still not harder than a casual back off warrants. despite the fact that she's invading his personal space, he's smirking a little, like her trying to be forthright amuses him. it's the smirk of the alpha he isn't any longer, the one that says you're just a pup to me, and it's hard to tell how much is genuine patronizing amusement and how much is just another prickly front. ]
Make your own sandwich.
[ he takes another bite out of his own with deliberation, holding her gaze. ]
oh my god that link lmao
Make your own sandwich.
[ he takes another bite out of his own with deliberation, holding her gaze. ]