[Tate likes the idea of being invited into exclusive territory, although hearing Stiles' name is a soft reminder that there's still someone closer to Derek than he is. Which is it's own little hurdle to deal with and doesn't, at the moment, make him stumble. He just turns to follow Derek back to drier sand, cracking open the soda for a drink before settling down next to Derek in the sand.]
Bitch.
[He knew you'd bring the pretzels - which he then reaches for with the same contentment he was staring out into the water with; a childish glee for something so small and readily available. He'll start shoveling them into his mouth after grinding his can down into the sand to make it stay upright.]
I won't bring anyone - who do I even have to bring?
[It's - less a joke and more of a reality, although he does think of Violet briefly. But their last time hanging out on the beach wasn't exactly as spectacular of a date as he had hoped it would be. From failed attempts at intimacy to dead people stalking their every move? Yeah, maybe the beach is best kept to himself from now on.]
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Bitch.
[He knew you'd bring the pretzels - which he then reaches for with the same contentment he was staring out into the water with; a childish glee for something so small and readily available. He'll start shoveling them into his mouth after grinding his can down into the sand to make it stay upright.]
I won't bring anyone - who do I even have to bring?
[It's - less a joke and more of a reality, although he does think of Violet briefly. But their last time hanging out on the beach wasn't exactly as spectacular of a date as he had hoped it would be. From failed attempts at intimacy to dead people stalking their every move? Yeah, maybe the beach is best kept to himself from now on.]