Stiles smirked a bit evilly from the suggestion, because probably yeah, he’d have done that, but instead of commenting on it he rather continued talking. "I sometimes continue my dream too after realizing it's a dream. I've read some books and tried to practice lucid dreaming. To control my dream. It works sometimes. Gives me more control over the dream. Especially when it gets... too dark. That technique helps me wake myself up. To know with more certainty that I am awake. It's a bit like a mind-fuck, but yeah, it works more or less," he shrugged, babbling on again, because maybe his experiences might help Derek in some way, and because Derek has always been the best audience to his endless ramblings and theories and ideas.

Derek stayed silent for a long moment before deciding to voice his thought. "I'd like to learn too, how to get myself awake. I don't- Sometimes I still don't know if I'm awake or not." At least they weren't as violent as in the beginning, before he had moved in with Noah. Because he had woken up screaming every day then. Now it wasn't as frequent and Noah had learned what to do and what not to do. "Your dad is good at handling it." Which he had summarized was because of Stiles' night terrors. The sheriff knew how to avoid getting beaten up for his efforts, which was appreciated. The last thing Derek wanted to do was beat up the man who had offered him a home.

"I totz should influence your dreams now as revenge for my bed, though..." Stiles mused, grinning widely at the other man, mischief glinting in his amber eyes. Then his expression softened into a half-serious one, the smile becoming warm when Derek brought up his dad. "Yeah, my old man has experience with night terrors. He's probably an expert by now and a very good help. I don't give enough credit to pops for that," he sighed slightly shaking his head. "I can give you those books about lucid dreaming to help you learn to control those bad dreams. It could help," Stiles offered to Derek.

Behind them Beth was already on her way to wrangle herself free from her seat, she was limber and strong and Derek was going to have his work cut out for him with her. He had been young when Cora had been born, he didn't remember all of her baby phase because they were, at that time, three years apart. Another well-kept secret, his age. But that he preferred, let them guess at it, let them think he was older because it suited him just fine. "I'd appreciate those books," he agreed and didn't say more about it because it was hitting a little too close to home for both of them.

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