[Tate, until he notices Derek, just looks peaceful in how he's standing on the beach. He's got his jeans rolled up his calves and bare feet in the sand, his striped henley's sleeves rolled to his elbows and his hair a bouncy mess made worse by the water. His face and arms are slightly pink because a kid as pale as him doesn't necessarily tan well.

After he does notice Derek, however, he grins - watching Derek slide down the dunes looking a little more lively when he arrives. Like he too is looking forward to their friendship being back on track, and in seeing whatever it is Derek wants to show him. There's a blanket on the beach and a book, next to his sneakers.]

Let me get my shoes back on and I'll be ready. You really haven't looked around? I was hoping to find some cool caves.