[ Maybe Derek's being too callous. Maybe he should be offering something better than your now ex-boyfriend's probably stuck in a freezer somewhere. Derek wets his lips, looking back to stare at the back of Tate's head, then sighs through his nose, getting off the safety rail, landing on the balcony again with a thud. ]
Can't get stuck on people leaving, Tate.
[ There's more sympathy in his voice now, but - that's all he's really offering. Derek walks to Tate's bedroom, slipping through the window, talking to him from inside. ]
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Can't get stuck on people leaving, Tate.
[ There's more sympathy in his voice now, but - that's all he's really offering. Derek walks to Tate's bedroom, slipping through the window, talking to him from inside. ]
C'mon. Let's go back to the den.