[And like that, Tate's flirtation switches off. He rests his soda can inside his crossed legs, and draws the bag of pretzels nearer to take another handful. He eats a broken one first, musing over it before gesturing with his next pretzel between his fingers. He gets a bit annoyed, honestly, because he doesn't know if Derek's deflecting or genuinely that stupid. Does he think Tate's stupid?]
You look at him like he means more to you than anyone else.
[The way Tate wishes someone would look at him. His gaze is a bit darker, so he shoots it off toward the waves. Watches them roll in so his voice stays steady and calm, over anything tight or twisted. With the gentle breeze that gusts past, Tate loses the energy from the moment before, when teasing Derek was fun. Guess I don't want to fuck you really is a buzz kill.]
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[And like that, Tate's flirtation switches off. He rests his soda can inside his crossed legs, and draws the bag of pretzels nearer to take another handful. He eats a broken one first, musing over it before gesturing with his next pretzel between his fingers. He gets a bit annoyed, honestly, because he doesn't know if Derek's deflecting or genuinely that stupid. Does he think Tate's stupid?]
You look at him like he means more to you than anyone else.
[The way Tate wishes someone would look at him. His gaze is a bit darker, so he shoots it off toward the waves. Watches them roll in so his voice stays steady and calm, over anything tight or twisted. With the gentle breeze that gusts past, Tate loses the energy from the moment before, when teasing Derek was fun. Guess I don't want to fuck you really is a buzz kill.]
It's obvious.