[ Great, cool. Derek laughs, humorless and forced, quietly wanting to die. Better to burn them than to let poor Stiles stumble across them. Or Kavinsky. Or - anyone, really. This whole fucking in public thing would have been a better idea if Derek didn't have, like, a thousand people he wanted to keep his sex life with Tate seperate from.
Tate mentions the screen on the booth, and no, Derek didn't see that. He looks into the rearview mirror, tries to get a better glimpse of Tate, but it's hard, given where he's laying. Derek pays attention to the road again. ]
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Tate mentions the screen on the booth, and no, Derek didn't see that. He looks into the rearview mirror, tries to get a better glimpse of Tate, but it's hard, given where he's laying. Derek pays attention to the road again. ]
Uh. No. That doesn't sound good, either.