[Tate's response is muted, but - ironically, his heart jumps. He raises his brows as if to process that, letting them disappear behind his blond curls as his gaze skirts away. He's thinking of their encounters, trying to pick apart not the times he was lying but all the little slips of arousal Derek must've been painfully aware of. Yesterday, for example, rings clear and true.
He laughs lightly, just a soft shake of his shoulders as he looks back at Derek's hand. Wonders what he's picking up now, now that Tate's keenly aware maybe he should've acted surprised? But wouldn't he have been able to tell? He might as well try to explain himself.]
I'm not... like most people. I know what it's like to be different, to... be seen as different. Not a lot of stuff scares me, or bothers me. But I haven't ever really had anyone who's... who understands that, and doesn't think it's weird.
[He frowns.]
It feels like you and Stiles thought I was weird. Do you think... that?
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[Tate's response is muted, but - ironically, his heart jumps. He raises his brows as if to process that, letting them disappear behind his blond curls as his gaze skirts away. He's thinking of their encounters, trying to pick apart not the times he was lying but all the little slips of arousal Derek must've been painfully aware of. Yesterday, for example, rings clear and true.
He laughs lightly, just a soft shake of his shoulders as he looks back at Derek's hand. Wonders what he's picking up now, now that Tate's keenly aware maybe he should've acted surprised? But wouldn't he have been able to tell? He might as well try to explain himself.]
I'm not... like most people. I know what it's like to be different, to... be seen as different. Not a lot of stuff scares me, or bothers me. But I haven't ever really had anyone who's... who understands that, and doesn't think it's weird.
[He frowns.]
It feels like you and Stiles thought I was weird. Do you think... that?