I still like your opinion. Your approval means shit to me, y'know.

[Calmly said, he's this close to prickling at the fact Derek's yet again brought up the dom situation but he's letting it go. He's choosing to stay in the moment, leaning against Derek and feeling the warmth up through the denim his hands rest on. Smelling his - aftershave or cologne, whatever it is that feels so familiar. Tate butts at Derek's abs before leaning back, sighing.]

If I don't look stupid, I'll leave it. But soon it's gonna be wild. My hair always gets that way. Or did, when I was younger.