[ there's nothing - good, about this. about tate's smile. it's charming and brilliant and openly happy, but it's surrounded by sallow and blotchy skin. there are bags under tate's eyes and his hair is a mess, he's red and sweaty and looks like shit. he's smiling because of the fucking drugs, not because of derek. this only makes him feel worse.
but they're at the apartment building before too long, and derek doesn't have to think about it. he ushers tate into the elevator and hits the button for the eighty-first floor, leaning back against the wall and watching the floors light up and change as they ascend. he's quiet, and he stays quiet through the ride, only looking at tate when he needs to offer a reassuring smile or when tate looks like he might to faint. even derek's starting to feel a little woozy when they finally get to the higher floors of the highrise. derek wets his lips, nods at tate again, and guides him down the hall to his apartment.
tate's still got his phone, but derek doesn't mind. he can fidget with it as much as he wants, if it keeps him occupied. derek needs the keys to his apartment from the jacket pocket, but rather than ask, he just - fishes in and takes them, mumbling something that could almost sound apologetic as he pulls them away from tate and slips them into the door.
derek's apartment is pristine. it's barely been used, outside of a night with stiles. there's a chessboard on the coffee table and an empty pizza box on the kitchen counter he hasn't taken out yet, but other than that, it looks barely lived in. just - big. spacious. carpeted and soft and clean and white. derek ushers tate in and closes the door behind him, locking it.
he motions for tate to sit down wherever he wants, then heads to the kitchen. he doesn't have any beer, but he's hoping tate's out of it enough at this point not to care - he just needs something to drink, and derek could give him soda, but he opts for pouring him a glass of water, instead, filling it with ice nearly to the top. tate needs to stay hydrated. he calls out from the kitchen as he gets it ready. ]
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but they're at the apartment building before too long, and derek doesn't have to think about it. he ushers tate into the elevator and hits the button for the eighty-first floor, leaning back against the wall and watching the floors light up and change as they ascend. he's quiet, and he stays quiet through the ride, only looking at tate when he needs to offer a reassuring smile or when tate looks like he might to faint. even derek's starting to feel a little woozy when they finally get to the higher floors of the highrise. derek wets his lips, nods at tate again, and guides him down the hall to his apartment.
tate's still got his phone, but derek doesn't mind. he can fidget with it as much as he wants, if it keeps him occupied. derek needs the keys to his apartment from the jacket pocket, but rather than ask, he just - fishes in and takes them, mumbling something that could almost sound apologetic as he pulls them away from tate and slips them into the door.
derek's apartment is pristine. it's barely been used, outside of a night with stiles. there's a chessboard on the coffee table and an empty pizza box on the kitchen counter he hasn't taken out yet, but other than that, it looks barely lived in. just - big. spacious. carpeted and soft and clean and white. derek ushers tate in and closes the door behind him, locking it.
he motions for tate to sit down wherever he wants, then heads to the kitchen. he doesn't have any beer, but he's hoping tate's out of it enough at this point not to care - he just needs something to drink, and derek could give him soda, but he opts for pouring him a glass of water, instead, filling it with ice nearly to the top. tate needs to stay hydrated. he calls out from the kitchen as he gets it ready. ]
Just - get comfortable.