[Tate doesn't buy that but the look he gives Derek suggests he might, all sad brown eyes and pinched brows. His face is a bit more pink, flushed with the heat of a slowly dissipating arousal and the frustration and humiliation of recounting his encounters with Reggie. He's been nothing but a smart ass to Tate but Tate's been nothing but a sharp tongued critic in return. He sighs, rubbing his hand over his arm.]
What do you think about me? If you had to - tell someone how you felt like you just told me how you see Reggie.
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What do you think about me? If you had to - tell someone how you felt like you just told me how you see Reggie.