[Derek barges in and Tate's not sure what he was expecting this to come to or how this is about to unfold, but for a moment there's silence in response. Only Tate lifts his head from the loft and looks down, blond hair mussed and a pillow under his chin as he stares down at Derek from the bed. He's only in boxers and curls one bare arm under his pillow while working it a bit further under him, acting tired if just for effect.]
What?
[He rests his chin in the pillow, concealing a lazy smirk.]
no subject
What?
[He rests his chin in the pillow, concealing a lazy smirk.]