[ It's like Derek doesn't even hear Tate talking, at first. The bat makes contact with the bottle with a resounding, high pitched shatter, and the glass sprinkles like brilliant green rain over the woods, catching the light as it goes. Derek talks over Tate's I don't want to do this right now with a happy, proud noise, this heyyyy as he shields his eyes from the sun. ]
Did you see how hard you hit that? That was awesome, dude.
[ He seems - proud, when he claps his hand on Tate's shoulder, looking at him with a genuine, honest smile. He heads back to the crate, grabs another bottle, and when he holds it up, he makes his expression a little more sympathetic. Just a little. ]
C'mon. Indulge me. One more, then we can stop, okay?
[ Here we go - he throws the bottle to Tate again, another perfect, high arc to give him time to see it coming. ]
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Did you see how hard you hit that? That was awesome, dude.
[ He seems - proud, when he claps his hand on Tate's shoulder, looking at him with a genuine, honest smile. He heads back to the crate, grabs another bottle, and when he holds it up, he makes his expression a little more sympathetic. Just a little. ]
C'mon. Indulge me. One more, then we can stop, okay?
[ Here we go - he throws the bottle to Tate again, another perfect, high arc to give him time to see it coming. ]