[Tate didn't get to cover what he wanted to cover and Derek wants to go again. This time he can't hold him back, can't make him stay, he just has to unclench his hand from its tight grip against his jeans and nod. He needs to let him go because that way, he might come back. If you try to take away the autonomy, it doesn't work. He knows this. But it's still a fierce fucking impulse.]
Okay. Can we... talk later?
[Too soon? His gaze skirts away, but returns in a slow circle.]
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Okay. Can we... talk later?
[Too soon? His gaze skirts away, but returns in a slow circle.]
Next week, even? Just to talk. Or hang out.