[ Derek wants to push, but pushing Tate has never been a good idea. He heads into the bathroom and takes him in properly, now, smooth skin and as lean as ever, unchanged since the day they met. It hasn't hit him before, really, just how static Tate is. He wonders if he looks different now than he did back before Fort Harmony. ]
I don't want to fight you.
[ He's not getting undressed - but he's shutting the door behind him, locking it as if there's any chance of someone invading the moment Tate's been trying to carve out for them. He steps towards Tate and brushes his hands against his sides, looking down and grazing his fingernails down his hips. ]
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I don't want to fight you.
[ He's not getting undressed - but he's shutting the door behind him, locking it as if there's any chance of someone invading the moment Tate's been trying to carve out for them. He steps towards Tate and brushes his hands against his sides, looking down and grazing his fingernails down his hips. ]
I love you. I never want to fight you.