[ Okay. They don't have to keep doing this. Derek shrugs one shoulder, trying to wear the expression of... a friend who was indulged, so that Tate doesn't have to feel like Derek did all of this for him. The bottles in the crate are all empty, but if Tate wants to drink, there's power in the tree house, now, too - whatever he had in the kitchen's minifridge is probably pretty cold by now, instead of miserably room temperature like it usually is, and Derek's fine with giving Tate a second or two alone to go see what he's got in stock.
He leaves the bat in the corner of the balcony, ducking back through the window to the loft and heading down to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he's back with a six pack, one of the cans already missing. He holds it out to Tate, lets him take the first beer. Ice cold, just like Derek thought it would be. ]
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He leaves the bat in the corner of the balcony, ducking back through the window to the loft and heading down to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he's back with a six pack, one of the cans already missing. He holds it out to Tate, lets him take the first beer. Ice cold, just like Derek thought it would be. ]
... You wanna stay out here or head back inside?