[Tate's ready to tell Derek to fuck off for whatever he's getting at, but he catches him off guard. He'd assumed that the dog joke was nothing more than a joke after he made it, as Derek bitches about the cats at every turn and keeping them all afloat's been an interesting challenge. But then Derek talks about a dog and Tate lowers the parcel in his hands as if he's suspicious, untrusting of this - wary about being joked with.
He looks at the phone, brows pinched before he's reaching out to take from Derek's hand his phone and browse through it closer - Tate's attentive, looking at the images and flicking back and forth through them. The dog's real. The dog's not a joke. Derek's been taking care of a dog and is only now letting him know?]
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He looks at the phone, brows pinched before he's reaching out to take from Derek's hand his phone and browse through it closer - Tate's attentive, looking at the images and flicking back and forth through them. The dog's real. The dog's not a joke. Derek's been taking care of a dog and is only now letting him know?]
For real? You'd be okay with her staying around?