[Tate's never had this situation really happen to him before - this overwhelming sense of having done good, of having someone be so fucking pleased with him. Violet loved him - loves him - and maybe they had moments like this where she put aside the rolling eyes just like Derek to unabashedly admire him but those feel like a lifetime ago, so do they even count? His heart hammers more solidly in his chest as his hand touches up to smooth over Derek's arm, and he melts back into the touch.
It doesn't last long - Derek's getting up and that's a bit of a surprise to Tate, whose legs don't really want to work under him so fast. He stumbles, sneaker dragging on the floor before he's got one hand down trying to hold up his jeans while he's dragged along by the other wrist. He looks back to the bench, to the workers, and then to Derek as he's being lead away.]
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It doesn't last long - Derek's getting up and that's a bit of a surprise to Tate, whose legs don't really want to work under him so fast. He stumbles, sneaker dragging on the floor before he's got one hand down trying to hold up his jeans while he's dragged along by the other wrist. He looks back to the bench, to the workers, and then to Derek as he's being lead away.]
What are - where are we going?
[Didn't Derek have shit to do? Doesn't-]
Don't you wanna...
[He hesitates.]
You know, clean up?