[ There's a reason - a whole backstory, actually - behind Stiles' furball's taste in food. Derek could answer Tate's question, but it seems like such a pointless and small conversation to have, so he just... shrugs his shoulders, letting things lay. He sinks further into the bed, watching Tate watch him, offering very little back. Just silence.
The touch on his arm doesn't read as a proposition, or... anything even vaguely sexual. It just feels like Tate's bridging the distance that Derek's put between them, thanks to his shitty attitude and the things that he's done. There's a spike of guilt in his chest when Tate asks if he's mad, and Derek just presses his lips together for a second, weighing the question. He slowly shakes his head. ]
No. Just... I thought you'd brought a girl here. It kind of freaked me out.
[ Derek chews his words, taking a second. Trying to figure out how to apologize. Ultimately, he doesn't. ]
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[ There's a reason - a whole backstory, actually - behind Stiles' furball's taste in food. Derek could answer Tate's question, but it seems like such a pointless and small conversation to have, so he just... shrugs his shoulders, letting things lay. He sinks further into the bed, watching Tate watch him, offering very little back. Just silence.
The touch on his arm doesn't read as a proposition, or... anything even vaguely sexual. It just feels like Tate's bridging the distance that Derek's put between them, thanks to his shitty attitude and the things that he's done. There's a spike of guilt in his chest when Tate asks if he's mad, and Derek just presses his lips together for a second, weighing the question. He slowly shakes his head. ]
No. Just... I thought you'd brought a girl here. It kind of freaked me out.
[ Derek chews his words, taking a second. Trying to figure out how to apologize. Ultimately, he doesn't. ]
Are you mad?