[ It's nice, seeing Tate so happy. It's nice being called a bitch, for that matter, because there's a level of comfort here they didn't come close to sharing at the fort. Tate asks who he has to bring, and Derek feels like kind of an asshole for a second or two, but. Tate still seems happy, so he doesn't dwell.
He hands over the pretzels, stretching his legs, feeling his joints give satisfying pops. Derek's got his own soda, which he thumbs open, throwing back a mouthful and pulling a face like the bubbles are a bit too much for his throat. He's been drinking more soda since Stiles moved in, but Derek still prefers plain water. You know, because he's boring. ]
Just saying. This is for your eyes only.
[ Derek gestures at Tate with his can of soda, sinking back further in the sand. He takes another sip. ]
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He hands over the pretzels, stretching his legs, feeling his joints give satisfying pops. Derek's got his own soda, which he thumbs open, throwing back a mouthful and pulling a face like the bubbles are a bit too much for his throat. He's been drinking more soda since Stiles moved in, but Derek still prefers plain water. You know, because he's boring. ]
Just saying. This is for your eyes only.
[ Derek gestures at Tate with his can of soda, sinking back further in the sand. He takes another sip. ]