[ Derek watches Tate go, letting the nod hang in the air between them for a moment or two before he slowly steps after him. The shower was always too big for two people, and it's hard, remembering why he found a place with a bathroom this spacious. He and Stiles used to get ready together - it's only now that he's sharing his shower with someone else that he has to confront all that loneliness he's been trying to put out of his mind. ]

Stay, then.

[ Derek steps under the water, one hand moving to Tate's neck, brushing over his favorite spots he's marked before now that have since faded from pink back to pale skin. He drifts his hand down Tate's shoulder to his arm and settles on his tattoo, thumb against the curls of it. ]

You saved this place. Would've lost it without you. It's - fine, that you live in the treehouse, but... maybe you should live here, too. More permanently.