[Tate lets Derek hold his hand even if it's a bit weird, but that's... how Derek is. He's silent and watchful, always flexed biceps and expressive brows. Eyes that can see almost too far into a situation, and a calming presence even when Tate's feeling anxious about this moment. He's aware he's being watched, and stares right back at Derek until he speaks.
He doesn't frown or laugh, even if he contemplates whether or not Derek's fucking with him. He barely responds at all, save for a subtle tilt of his head to one side. His eyes are expressively fixated on Derek's face, boring into his eyes like he expects to see something different now that he's looking at him. Rather than recoil, he leans forward.]
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He doesn't frown or laugh, even if he contemplates whether or not Derek's fucking with him. He barely responds at all, save for a subtle tilt of his head to one side. His eyes are expressively fixated on Derek's face, boring into his eyes like he expects to see something different now that he's looking at him. Rather than recoil, he leans forward.]
A werewolf. No bullshit?