[ Before Tate sheepishly wipes away his smile in an attempt to look grown up, or something, Derek looks overjoyed, too. Again, it's obvious that he's just - so, so happy to see that Tate's happy, too. Overjoyed by the fact that this is working out, and that they're together, and that he gets to talk to Tate like normal, again. He's relieved that this treehouse idea actually went over okay, too, and he's gonna double down. Gonna make the best fucking tree house in the world. ]

I'd love that. That'd be... yeah. Yeah, I'd really love that.

[ He scratches the back of his neck, still smiling, his joy only fading away into something more neutral when the entire moment's passed. He just looks warm, though, like a low-burning candle. He's - really happy. He's glad this is working out. Fuck, he can't wait 'til July. ]

But, uh - okay, just... sit down, or something. I don't really know how to start this.