[Tate's smile resurfaces, warmer than before. He takes that still along the same vein of being wanted, stumbling through this the way teenagers sort through their first moments with their crush. Tate's insides are a fumbling, nervous, giddy and excited mess and the drugs have only enhanced what was there. Let it come out to the surface in the form of shy smiles, of feeling warm from the inside out. It's like when Violet first started liking him, that confirming feeling of being needed. He mistakes this for that, something he'll obsess over later.
Again he laughs, putting his hands into Derek's jacket pockets, feeling for what's inside while walking along. He closes his eyes and tips back his head, enjoying the night air. The beach felt so freeing and this is like that, doubly so. When he bats open pale lashes to flick his gaze to Derek once more, his voice is soft and low.]
Me too.
[He's still contently smiling when he pulls Derek's phone out of his pocket, looking it over curiously.]
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Again he laughs, putting his hands into Derek's jacket pockets, feeling for what's inside while walking along. He closes his eyes and tips back his head, enjoying the night air. The beach felt so freeing and this is like that, doubly so. When he bats open pale lashes to flick his gaze to Derek once more, his voice is soft and low.]
Me too.
[He's still contently smiling when he pulls Derek's phone out of his pocket, looking it over curiously.]