It was supposed to be a short business arrangement - nothing more, nothing less. The last thing Stiles expected at the end of said arrangement was to grow smitten with the frowny guy he’d picked to voice his software.
And according to his friends, he was understating the smitten part.
Apparently he’d been prone to sighing and tapping away at his phone far too often just to hear Derek’s voice telling him stuff. But Stiles couldn’t help it! He missed Derek! It was odd but there it was. Stiles missed Derek, who he had met only 2 months ago for 10 days filled with sarcasm, coffee and so many dry jokes they’d made Scott walk out of the recording room shaking his head.
It felt like a lifetime ago. And all he was left with were audio recordings of Derek, several of which Stiles had clipped together on his own. Including his favorite.
Stiles sighed, chin pressing into his arm as he slouched over the breakfast bar. “I wish I could put my arms around you.” He told the screen, wishing he had a better picture of Derek than the blurry one he was staring at.
His heart ached fiercely when the phone played, “Me too.”