[Be the burden Derek puts up with. But he doesn't finish that sentence, instead taking a few more sips of water and runs his tongue over the front line of his teeth. His mouth's got a shitty taste to it and he still feels exhausted and sore, hair stuck together with sweat when he rakes his fingers back through it. He yawns against his wrist.
He breathes in deep and looks back up at Derek, trying to remember what would possess him to - care about Tate. Did they screw? No, he doesn't think so. But his stomach flops and he does remember someone's tongue down his throat, so a bit of color floods his face as his gaze quickly drops back down. Snaps to the floor, even.]
Did - Was I hitting on you or something, last night?
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[Be the burden Derek puts up with. But he doesn't finish that sentence, instead taking a few more sips of water and runs his tongue over the front line of his teeth. His mouth's got a shitty taste to it and he still feels exhausted and sore, hair stuck together with sweat when he rakes his fingers back through it. He yawns against his wrist.
He breathes in deep and looks back up at Derek, trying to remember what would possess him to - care about Tate. Did they screw? No, he doesn't think so. But his stomach flops and he does remember someone's tongue down his throat, so a bit of color floods his face as his gaze quickly drops back down. Snaps to the floor, even.]
Did - Was I hitting on you or something, last night?