[Tate's distracted by the phone and only lifts his elbows to let Derek get his keys without incident, quirking his brows in a cheap imitation of Derek before being ushered inside. He looks back only when he sees the deadbolt turn, feeling that thrum in his gut again. He feels flushed with color again, heat creeping up his neck as he's left to his own devices with Derek's still in hand.
His heart hammers against his ribs and he's a bit woozy, but he heads toward the living area. Derek's phone really isn't that fascinating, but Tate keeps holding on to it simply because he doesn't think to put it down. He skims his fingers over the surfaces of the room, looking over the chess board before heading toward the couch. He spends a long minute looking down at it, wanting nothing more than to crash face first into the cushions.
Instead, Tate peels off the jacket and feels cool air touch the sweat soaked into the back of his shirt and he shivers. He drops everything on to the cushions and almost sinks into them, before something snags his eye. He wanders off, toward the bedrooms - investigating the other nooks and crannies of Derek's apartment with conflicting senses of wonder.]
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His heart hammers against his ribs and he's a bit woozy, but he heads toward the living area. Derek's phone really isn't that fascinating, but Tate keeps holding on to it simply because he doesn't think to put it down. He skims his fingers over the surfaces of the room, looking over the chess board before heading toward the couch. He spends a long minute looking down at it, wanting nothing more than to crash face first into the cushions.
Instead, Tate peels off the jacket and feels cool air touch the sweat soaked into the back of his shirt and he shivers. He drops everything on to the cushions and almost sinks into them, before something snags his eye. He wanders off, toward the bedrooms - investigating the other nooks and crannies of Derek's apartment with conflicting senses of wonder.]
It's so empty.