[Tate warily follows Derek's approach, skeptical of him when he settles in and holds out his palm. He's expecting something of Tate, who stares at his hand and then looks up to his face with a pinched expression. But his fingers twitch, a give away that he's considering it. But before he fully lifts his hand away from his knee, he turns toward Derek and murmurs something softly:]
Thought we already agreed to try.
[Bits and pieces of the night flicker in and out of his head and truth be told, he might not be bringing up every detail he remembers. It's easier to pretend some things didn't happen, or to avoid mentioning them all together. But he lets this out, while touching his palm to Derek's. Wondering if they're going to do some weird game of pinky swearing.]
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Thought we already agreed to try.
[Bits and pieces of the night flicker in and out of his head and truth be told, he might not be bringing up every detail he remembers. It's easier to pretend some things didn't happen, or to avoid mentioning them all together. But he lets this out, while touching his palm to Derek's. Wondering if they're going to do some weird game of pinky swearing.]