[ this place is too much for derek. everything is sour and acrid and intoxicating, like fumes that boiled and burnt through tar. the weed is one thing - stagnant and stale and heavy and thick - but it's everything else that's really getting to him. the cloying sweetness of heavier drugs, the chemicals he can taste in the air in a way that humans can't. the party makes him feel nauseous in that way where his stomach acid feels hot and sickly, and the sooner he pulls tate away and gets him out of here, the better.
tate's fucked up. derek already knew, but seeing him up close is - something else. "you came," he says, happy just because he has an excuse to be happy. derek's ribs ache. he's fucking seventeen years old. he shouldn't look like this. ]
Yeah.
[ how is tate even walking? standing, for that matter? he's gaunt and blotchy and covered in sweat, like he's been run through with a fever and left out in the rain. it's a wonder he can even string two coherent words together, let alone make a whole sentence. it takes all the willpower derek has not to look at him with pity, or with fear. he rememebrs the fort. how badly he made things by doing that.
they need to leave. derek looks at tate, then looks over his shoulder. there's sex in the air, which is to be expected. cum and sweat and spit all mixed together. he's surrounded by too many people to know if tate's stained with it. he hopes not. ]
C'mon.
[ either way - they need to go, back to the elevator, back to the up. derek holds his hand out to tate, willing him to take it. ]
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tate's fucked up. derek already knew, but seeing him up close is - something else. "you came," he says, happy just because he has an excuse to be happy. derek's ribs ache. he's fucking seventeen years old. he shouldn't look like this. ]
Yeah.
[ how is tate even walking? standing, for that matter? he's gaunt and blotchy and covered in sweat, like he's been run through with a fever and left out in the rain. it's a wonder he can even string two coherent words together, let alone make a whole sentence. it takes all the willpower derek has not to look at him with pity, or with fear. he rememebrs the fort. how badly he made things by doing that.
they need to leave. derek looks at tate, then looks over his shoulder. there's sex in the air, which is to be expected. cum and sweat and spit all mixed together. he's surrounded by too many people to know if tate's stained with it. he hopes not. ]
C'mon.
[ either way - they need to go, back to the elevator, back to the up. derek holds his hand out to tate, willing him to take it. ]