Because you keep shooting me down but not in a disinterested way.
[Tate's lying, because as soon as Derek's laying back in a slightly less defensive way, Tate's back up on his knees. He's slipping forward to rest his palms on Derek's knees in turn, leaning forward - his eyes dip down once, but follow through without deviating, up to Derek's eyes. Then without the need of another shove, he lays off, and sits back to take another sip of his soda before too much sand gets into it.
He'll let his bluff sit for a second before admitting:]
That and I've seen how you look at Stiles. He's your type.
[He can't forget the protective way Derek stepped in front of him, when he thought Tate was - the enemy.]
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[Tate's lying, because as soon as Derek's laying back in a slightly less defensive way, Tate's back up on his knees. He's slipping forward to rest his palms on Derek's knees in turn, leaning forward - his eyes dip down once, but follow through without deviating, up to Derek's eyes. Then without the need of another shove, he lays off, and sits back to take another sip of his soda before too much sand gets into it.
He'll let his bluff sit for a second before admitting:]
That and I've seen how you look at Stiles. He's your type.
[He can't forget the protective way Derek stepped in front of him, when he thought Tate was - the enemy.]