[ Staring down the barrel of this feels as shitty as it always does, but Derek's pretty scared of putting this off any more than he already has, so. His constant desperation for stability and his need for things to just work have him feeling grateful to Tate for not dragging this out any more than he has to.
Derek gets to his feet, dodging the wave of animals that crawl out of the woodwork and rush on outside, and it's funny - he's walked up to the loft a dozen times before, he's fucked Tate a dozen times before, but something about doing it because he's been-- assigned to, rather than because Tate's been assigned to, feels a lot like how they started. Back when Derek only fucked him because he needed to help Tate meet his quota. Shit, what happened to that?
He gets to Tate's bed and toes off his boots, sitting in the center while Tate fucks around downstairs, sitting criss-cross with his feet beneath his knees. He scratches at his beard and just kind of watches Tate from up high, anxiety building in his stomach as he waits.
Derek's not the type to just apologize, but man, he wants to apologize for all this. Feeling like a burden sucks. ]
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Derek gets to his feet, dodging the wave of animals that crawl out of the woodwork and rush on outside, and it's funny - he's walked up to the loft a dozen times before, he's fucked Tate a dozen times before, but something about doing it because he's been-- assigned to, rather than because Tate's been assigned to, feels a lot like how they started. Back when Derek only fucked him because he needed to help Tate meet his quota. Shit, what happened to that?
He gets to Tate's bed and toes off his boots, sitting in the center while Tate fucks around downstairs, sitting criss-cross with his feet beneath his knees. He scratches at his beard and just kind of watches Tate from up high, anxiety building in his stomach as he waits.
Derek's not the type to just apologize, but man, he wants to apologize for all this. Feeling like a burden sucks. ]