[ Derek's reluctant to let go of Tate when he's told, but he follows orders willingly enough, eyebrows pinched and jaw tight. He takes a step back just to stop himself from taking a little more pain, just to be sure that Tate's completely and totally okay after everything they just did, and then he's sighing through his nose, waving off Tate's offer like it annoys him. He's done enough to this poor kid for one day. ]
No. C'mon, fuck off.
[ It's just - werewolf dick being werewolf dick. It'll go. He's the idiot who got into what they were doing enough to whip out the ol' dog boner. Derek waves Tate off and all but shoves him into the backseat, closing the door once he's forced him inside and heading back to the driver's seat, pushing everything over onto the passenger's side. For a second, he just leans back into the leather, eyes closed and calming down in the silence. Tate's heartbeat helps. ]
Did you... grab the photos? Should probably go drown them at the beach. And then each other.
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No. C'mon, fuck off.
[ It's just - werewolf dick being werewolf dick. It'll go. He's the idiot who got into what they were doing enough to whip out the ol' dog boner. Derek waves Tate off and all but shoves him into the backseat, closing the door once he's forced him inside and heading back to the driver's seat, pushing everything over onto the passenger's side. For a second, he just leans back into the leather, eyes closed and calming down in the silence. Tate's heartbeat helps. ]
Did you... grab the photos? Should probably go drown them at the beach. And then each other.