[ Derek sticks close to Tate, though he's consciously avoiding being overwhelming. He keeps constant contact, with Derek leaning against Tate's shoulder with his own or resting a reassuring hand on his leg between bites of his food, but for the most part he keeps his focus on their conversation. He eats slowly, worried that Tate's going to stop eating the second Derek's finished, and he keeps his eyes down, looking at his hands. ]
I barely remember how I got there in the first place.
[ He remembers cleaning the beach, he remembers the boat arriving, but everything gets blurry, after that. Derek casts a quick side glance Tate's way, worriedly checking in on him and trying to read his expression. ]
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I barely remember how I got there in the first place.
[ He remembers cleaning the beach, he remembers the boat arriving, but everything gets blurry, after that. Derek casts a quick side glance Tate's way, worriedly checking in on him and trying to read his expression. ]
Did you get hurt before you jumped?