[ More and more, there's this invasive, guilty feeling scratching under his skin, making Derek feel worse and worse. This was-- rash, and it was impulsive, and yeah, it felt good, but it was kind of a reprehensible thing for them to do. He's fucked in public before, he's been ashamed of hooking up in Duplicity before, but he always had the excuse of-- of aphrodisiacs, or threats, or an addled state of mind to lean back on. This was just...
This was all him. This was him wanting Tate and being too impatient to wait, this was... this was eight months of being stuck in a city that celebrated fucking at every corner finally getting the better of him and making him realize that he didn't have to have the modesty he had back home. People are looking at Tate like they want a fucking turn on him, and Derek wants to leave before Tate even asks to go. He feels like this is what LIES wanted from him.
Derek grabs their food and the booze he left on the floor of the booth, pulling Tate out of here by the wrist with the hand he's still holding onto his clothes with, and he forgets to grab their photos, but hopefully Tate snags them before they go. His car's not actually too far a walk from here, and Derek makes a direct beeline towards it, not saying a word until he's back at the driver's side in a sheltered carpark, popping it open and shoving all his shit inside.
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This was all him. This was him wanting Tate and being too impatient to wait, this was... this was eight months of being stuck in a city that celebrated fucking at every corner finally getting the better of him and making him realize that he didn't have to have the modesty he had back home. People are looking at Tate like they want a fucking turn on him, and Derek wants to leave before Tate even asks to go. He feels like this is what LIES wanted from him.
Derek grabs their food and the booze he left on the floor of the booth, pulling Tate out of here by the wrist with the hand he's still holding onto his clothes with, and he forgets to grab their photos, but hopefully Tate snags them before they go. His car's not actually too far a walk from here, and Derek makes a direct beeline towards it, not saying a word until he's back at the driver's side in a sheltered carpark, popping it open and shoving all his shit inside.
He looks - kind of angry, but. When doesn't he. ]
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