[Tate has the intention to stay overnight, but doesn't know what Derek considers to be those decisions he has to make so he stays silent. He snags a book off the coffee table as they leave the treehouse, slinging on a backpack full of beer and shadowing Derek after a pause in which he strokes Cobain's ears and makes her purr. Then he trots on behind Derek, followed by said cat, who watches from the treeline as Tate approaches the den.
Derek goes inside and it feels like a weird twist of fate that he stays outside. He thought he told him he couldn't go in - did he not get how literal Tate was being? Paused on the doorstep, Tate's expression is a sharp one - he furrows his brow and looks down to his hands, like he's a dog waiting on the outside of a sliding door. Only Derek doesn't seem to notice he needs in.]
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Derek goes inside and it feels like a weird twist of fate that he stays outside. He thought he told him he couldn't go in - did he not get how literal Tate was being? Paused on the doorstep, Tate's expression is a sharp one - he furrows his brow and looks down to his hands, like he's a dog waiting on the outside of a sliding door. Only Derek doesn't seem to notice he needs in.]
Uh...
[He hates this feeling? His face heats up.]
Derek?