[To please Derek. Although despite the intention Derek happens to have in mind, Tate's still thinking in more selective terms. He's still fooled by the false atmosphere of the elevator, the shrouded mess in his head that thinks there's still something here that's innately sexual. He's attracted to Derek and still grappling with that fact, but after a few exchanges he's had here with other people... tentatively toeing the line of what he's comfortable with and what he wants... this could be something.
And, of course, in the same way Derek actually is thinking this, Tate wants to please him too. He's got that deep seated fear of rejection, the desire of measuring up and yet simultaneously not having to be held to any ideals or any molding. He blinks when he's touched, swatting again at Derek with the splayed fingers of his hand. It's light, playful, edges on a shove.]
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[To please Derek. Although despite the intention Derek happens to have in mind, Tate's still thinking in more selective terms. He's still fooled by the false atmosphere of the elevator, the shrouded mess in his head that thinks there's still something here that's innately sexual. He's attracted to Derek and still grappling with that fact, but after a few exchanges he's had here with other people... tentatively toeing the line of what he's comfortable with and what he wants... this could be something.
And, of course, in the same way Derek actually is thinking this, Tate wants to please him too. He's got that deep seated fear of rejection, the desire of measuring up and yet simultaneously not having to be held to any ideals or any molding. He blinks when he's touched, swatting again at Derek with the splayed fingers of his hand. It's light, playful, edges on a shove.]
I'm happy right now. Are you?