[Gourmet taste or - shitty food? Tate arches his brows and stays laying on his back, face turned toward Derek. It starts to put a crick in his neck but he pushes through, dark eyes skimming over Derek's firm lipped expression. Tate doesn't know what to take the initiative on in terms of holding up the conversation when Derek's like this. Is he mad? Fed up and disappointed? Tate doesn't know. But Tate's - still suffering that ding to his confidence from when Derek walked by him moments ago, so he frowns gently.
Then he turns on to his side, figuring - he can navigate this along the lines of what he knows for sure. Appeal to the alpha side of Derek, stop teasing him. If he's surly, he's going to bark and snap. Feed the ego. Appease the ego. And, well, failing all that - Tate knows how to shift this physical as a distraction now. He starts that, just lightly, by reaching out to trace his fingers down Derek's arm.]
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[Gourmet taste or - shitty food? Tate arches his brows and stays laying on his back, face turned toward Derek. It starts to put a crick in his neck but he pushes through, dark eyes skimming over Derek's firm lipped expression. Tate doesn't know what to take the initiative on in terms of holding up the conversation when Derek's like this. Is he mad? Fed up and disappointed? Tate doesn't know. But Tate's - still suffering that ding to his confidence from when Derek walked by him moments ago, so he frowns gently.
Then he turns on to his side, figuring - he can navigate this along the lines of what he knows for sure. Appeal to the alpha side of Derek, stop teasing him. If he's surly, he's going to bark and snap. Feed the ego. Appease the ego. And, well, failing all that - Tate knows how to shift this physical as a distraction now. He starts that, just lightly, by reaching out to trace his fingers down Derek's arm.]
Are you mad?