[He still barely eats if not reminded, but he smiles - before rolling his eyes after Derek takes the cardboard box he was opening the sides to to make a makeshift platter of sweet and sour pork. There's one shoddy little fat candle on the table that Tate turns to light, lifting his brows as if to say are you romanced yet? to Derek.]
I hid my dirty laundry for this. You better feel wined and fucking dined.
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[He still barely eats if not reminded, but he smiles - before rolling his eyes after Derek takes the cardboard box he was opening the sides to to make a makeshift platter of sweet and sour pork. There's one shoddy little fat candle on the table that Tate turns to light, lifting his brows as if to say are you romanced yet? to Derek.]
I hid my dirty laundry for this. You better feel wined and fucking dined.