[Tate's silent for the majority of their trip back toward the den and the beach. He's gotten his jeans buttoned up and combed his fingers through his hair - feeling a little less like he's just been fucked by the time they pull to a stop. All the while he's stolen looks at Derek, intrigued by the fire lit in him from something so simple as his heart beat being back. He told Tate a handful of times it wasn't as big a deal as he thought but it turns out it was. It always had been.
Derek's climbing out of the car and Tate sluggishly follows, circling around the jeep to follow him toward the beach. He casts one look back at the den but then hurries in stride to catch up to Derek, who still looks like a man on a mission. He reaches out to touch to his sleeve by his elbow with a gentle tug.]
Derek? What are... where are we going?
[The beach? The tree house? Definitely not the den.]
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Derek's climbing out of the car and Tate sluggishly follows, circling around the jeep to follow him toward the beach. He casts one look back at the den but then hurries in stride to catch up to Derek, who still looks like a man on a mission. He reaches out to touch to his sleeve by his elbow with a gentle tug.]
Derek? What are... where are we going?
[The beach? The tree house? Definitely not the den.]