[He's not ready - he's still caught up in the whirlwind in his head that even after Derek moves, it's not until he's squeezing his shoulders that he really realized where he went. Tate is hunched forward just a bit and tries to correct, leaning back against the support of Derek's hands before slanting forward again on second thought. His heart flickers in its beat and he turns to look over his shoulder, vaguely present but also - rightly apprehensive.]
Do I need to do anything? Should I- do anything?
[Close his eyes. Take off his shirt? Hold his breath or count to twenty?]
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Do I need to do anything? Should I- do anything?
[Close his eyes. Take off his shirt? Hold his breath or count to twenty?]
Don't count down or anything. Just do it.