calloused: ᴇᴀꜱʏꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ (159.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2019-11-29 04:13 am (UTC)

[ It takes a second or two for Derek to figure out what Tate needs. He turns, looks at Tate from over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed - and it clicks, then, what he means by couldn't. Derek had kind of assumed it was an emotional thing, or... that the doors were fucking locked, or something, even though that wouldn't have stopped him from ghosting his way across the premises. Derek's... gonna have to find that ledger, but. He wonders, briefly, why his name isn't already in it. ]

Come in.

[ It's a temporary measure - until he leaves or Derek retracts his invitation, he'll be welcome here. Derek's gotta sign his name to that book so he doesn't need an invite every time he wants to come inside, but... for now, it's... fine.

The Den still doesn't officially belong to him again, but it's his house, his territory, same as it always was. The bedroom door is closed, and Derek hasn't been in there very much at all, scared of disturbing Stiles' scent more than he has to - but the rest of the place is getting better. Still dust on a lot of surfaces, still a couple of bags of trash to take out, but it's cleaner than it has been over these past few months. Once Tate's inside, Derek'll close the doors behind him, walking to the kitchen.

He doesn't have any real food here yet either, but... Derek's still gonna make Tate something to eat. When he gets angry and upset, Tate never eats, so. ]


Sit down. Anywhere.

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