There're a lot of art shows here... not exactly what they were back home, but some people are really into shibari.

[He's prowled around, time to time. He tries to picture Derek at 19 and he can't. Maybe it's just because it's hard to think of him as anything but the tall brooding figure before him, born with a full beard and biceps cut of stone. Tate plays his fingers over the sofa's arm rest and more or less just stares at Derek, half in thought, half just - staring. Looking at him with kind familiarity. Ease.]

Maybe I should make some shitty teen mistakes before I'm actually not a teen anymore. Get a lip ring or something.