[Tate doesn't like that just as much as he doesn't like being considered shallow - he looks like Derek's deflated something in him with that reminder, and he sets his beer can down. He wants to go slam a door and climb into bed, but he doesn't. He just tugs down his sleeves and moves to the balcony edge, in the opposite direction of Derek, and leans against it staring off at the trees as well.]
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I'm tired of throwing bottles now.