[Tate wraps his blanket up around his book quickly, tucking it into a hollow log he happened to find and crash next to. Hopefully the weather around here stays the same indefinitely, and doesn't do his shit any harm. Then he's up on his feet, fixing his sleeve as he moves to follow Derek. He likes the banter, it feels natural again - and unlike before, Tate doesn't feel like he's walking on eggshells. He can... indulge in this.]
Ugh, I knew you were into pillow talk.
[He laughs, reaching to shove Derek on the arm as they walk - hoping the brick wall of a guy might not be on the most even footing so it takes some kind of root. He's still playful, grin plastered on his face.]
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Ugh, I knew you were into pillow talk.
[He laughs, reaching to shove Derek on the arm as they walk - hoping the brick wall of a guy might not be on the most even footing so it takes some kind of root. He's still playful, grin plastered on his face.]