[ Derek listens, head bowed, as Tate talks. It's true; people have been so quick to forget the Fort, swept up in distractions and the temporary calm of the city, like the fear and the anger that came from seeing people die is somehow - behind them. It hasn't been sitting well with Derek either, which is why he and Stiles have been investigating the city as best as they can. It's... reassuring, to know that they're not the only ones who want to do things.
He lifts his head. He looks at Tate for a second or two, thoughtful, and then nods, obligingly. ]
It does.
[ That's - the only response Derek is offering, but it's cordial and alert. Attentive. He's looking at Tate differently now; he's not bristling and stubborn and annoyed about being called back to the hotel, he's focused and interested in what Tate has to say. He's quietly pressing him for more information, more ideas. More anything. ]
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He lifts his head. He looks at Tate for a second or two, thoughtful, and then nods, obligingly. ]
It does.
[ That's - the only response Derek is offering, but it's cordial and alert. Attentive. He's looking at Tate differently now; he's not bristling and stubborn and annoyed about being called back to the hotel, he's focused and interested in what Tate has to say. He's quietly pressing him for more information, more ideas. More anything. ]