[He thinks he's either going to end up ignored entirely, or only remembered a day after the fact so Tate struggles with whether or not to get high and pretend not to care. He doesn't, mostly out of hope Derek will reply, but past a point in the night he writes it off as something to look forward to tomorrow and lays awake in bed, staring at his ceiling until the notification comes in.
He's typing only a minute later, typing and erasing. Typing and erasing.]
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He's typing only a minute later, typing and erasing. Typing and erasing.]
up late, huh
me too. (obviously)