[Tate stares at Derek for a moment longer, brows raised and his hand combing back through his hair before he sluggishly sits up. The sheets are twisted around his legs but he works himself free, sitting right at the edge of the loft and letting one of his legs hang over. His phone is sitting next to him, still on their conversation, and he debates the merits of continuing to pretend there's nothing going on.
But if he does that and he gets found out, would that be worse?]
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But if he does that and he gets found out, would that be worse?]
You gonna help me get off or what.