[ Derek has a choice, here. He could jump down Tate's throat, ask him what he was thinking. Blow up a little, lean into his anger over the fear he felt, being watched by someone threatening his friends, watched the same way hunters had watched him as a boy. Anger would feel good. Anger always feels good.
Or he could keep the peace. Derek stared at Tate, long and hard, eyes stating above the chest. A long, long delay passes before he grabs his phone and responds through text. ]
What did it say? On the bathroom stall. There had to be something filthy enough to inspire you to reach out to a stranger.
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Or he could keep the peace. Derek stared at Tate, long and hard, eyes stating above the chest. A long, long delay passes before he grabs his phone and responds through text. ]
What did it say?
On the bathroom stall.
There had to be something filthy enough to inspire you to reach out to a stranger.