[Tate watches Derek set down the glass and stares at it for a long moment, enamored by a streak of dampness along the outer side of the glass before he sort of blinks out of his reverie. He reaches to take it, scooting closer to the table so he can put it down if it feels too heavy to keep holding. He sips and swallows, sighing as he wets his lips.
He could just sit here all zoned out for a while. But Derek's like a mosquito bite that keeps itching, reminding him he's there. So he looks up at him, eyelids still heavy. Shit, what was he even on last night? He thinks he lost track.]
May have... gone too hard. No lecture required. I'll be out of your hair in five.
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[Tate watches Derek set down the glass and stares at it for a long moment, enamored by a streak of dampness along the outer side of the glass before he sort of blinks out of his reverie. He reaches to take it, scooting closer to the table so he can put it down if it feels too heavy to keep holding. He sips and swallows, sighing as he wets his lips.
He could just sit here all zoned out for a while. But Derek's like a mosquito bite that keeps itching, reminding him he's there. So he looks up at him, eyelids still heavy. Shit, what was he even on last night? He thinks he lost track.]
May have... gone too hard. No lecture required. I'll be out of your hair in five.