[ If Derek thought doing a lot for Tate was a bad thing, they never would have gotten this far. He still looks pretty worn, even with everything relatively settled back into focus now, so when Tate tugs at his sweater, Derek knows what he's after. He smiles, soft and easygoing, rocking forward on the balls of his feet, and then just slowly drops his hand to grab the back of Tate's. ]
Maybe. I still need to talk to you about something, remember?
[ Anything else can come - after. Later. If at all. He gets the feeling Tate's gonna get upset, again. ]
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Maybe. I still need to talk to you about something, remember?
[ Anything else can come - after. Later. If at all. He gets the feeling Tate's gonna get upset, again. ]