[ Derek looks serenely stoic, for the most part, but the growing arousal running straight to his cock is making it difficult to maintain that. He gets harder in Tate's hand, resting his weight on the balls of his feet as he rocks forward to leave a kiss on Tate's forehead. ]

I like when you talk to me. Even when you don't know what to say.

[ He talks about when it was just us, and Derek hesitates, here, not sure how best to respond - but he drops his hand to Tate's wrist and tugs him gently towards the shower. They need to connect. Talking sincerely, for now, can be secondary to that. Making Tate feel better is always his priority. ]

Stay here, then. Forget about the treehouse, even if only for a little while.