[ Derek notices Tate looking at him. Of course he does, he's fucking - looking at him just as much, he can't not look at him. It's such a relief to see him standing here, solid and heavy and real. To know that all that bullshit between them was just - temporary, a pitstop on the way to something better. ]

Doubt I'd need a treehouse to get your panties. Pretty sure all I'd have to do is ask for them.

[ They still need to talk about Tate's plan. Sooner rather than later. Maybe not today, though, unless it's what Tate wants. Derek just keeps focusing on walking, hitting the far edge of the woods, kicking up some sand as he jogs up a little hill that leads to the outer rim of trees. ]

But no. Nothing like that. Just - yeah. You'll see. C'mon.