[And just like that, an invisible wall is lifted - Tate almost feels it evaporate in front of him. He looks - a few mixed emotions all at once, breathing in deep before pressing inward to test the newly invite by sliding into the den. How many times had he stood by the door, trying to get by and failing before now? And it's so simple, Derek just invites him in. Of course, he does so now that he's back - so Tate can't poke and pry around. Figures.
Tate stands sullenly inside once Derek closes the door, like he's still a bit bitter he had to ask for that. Wondering, absently, if he should address it. Why wasn't he allowed in? Was it just... everyone? He thought they talked about this. Thought he'd be... part of this. He scratches his cheek and for the moment, tries to ignore the budding feeling in his chest.]
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Tate stands sullenly inside once Derek closes the door, like he's still a bit bitter he had to ask for that. Wondering, absently, if he should address it. Why wasn't he allowed in? Was it just... everyone? He thought they talked about this. Thought he'd be... part of this. He scratches his cheek and for the moment, tries to ignore the budding feeling in his chest.]
Why aren't I allowed to come in?
[So much for waiting.]
Without an invite.