[Something sobering about the fact Derek's reply is 'we could be better', paired with a delay before he comes over. Tate's taken a little ride so far with this conversation, driving it through seduction to mockery and back again but now he's left sitting up in the living area of the treehouse feeling... uncertain by what was just said. We could be better. That has a weight to it that Tate takes on a little too personally, curling forward and chewing on his nails. He sits in silence until Derek dotes on him with another few words.]
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guess things could be better.