[ Derek wanders out before too long, dressed again, his hands hidden away in the cotton of his thumbhole sweater. He notices the tic, before he notices the strain in Tate's voice, and Derek wants pretty badly to lie to him. It's physically possible for Derek to get rid of these thoughts, but - he won't. He never does. Someone needs to remember things like this. That someone has always been Derek. ]
Yeah.
[ He drifts back over to Tate, running a hand back through blond curls, idly playing with Tate's hair without really thinking much of the action. ]
I knew that when I offered to help you, though. Don't want you feeling bad over that.
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Yeah.
[ He drifts back over to Tate, running a hand back through blond curls, idly playing with Tate's hair without really thinking much of the action. ]
I knew that when I offered to help you, though. Don't want you feeling bad over that.