[ whoops. Anyway - Derek's not going to answer Tate's question, choosing instead to roll his eyes, whatever patience he was holding onto to stop him from acting like a dick over Tate's birthday finally wearing thin. He sets down his beer and stands back up, wandering over to Tate. He holds Tate's bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, eyebrows up, tugging slightly. ]
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[ whoops. Anyway - Derek's not going to answer Tate's question, choosing instead to roll his eyes, whatever patience he was holding onto to stop him from acting like a dick over Tate's birthday finally wearing thin. He sets down his beer and stands back up, wandering over to Tate. He holds Tate's bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, eyebrows up, tugging slightly. ]
Focus on this instead of me.