[That makes Tate laugh loudly, hand slapping lightly against his knee before he gets to his feet to follow suit with whatever Derek's doing. He walks a few feet over to touch his fingers to the bark of a tree, tracing his finger down it - curious, maybe, to feel what it feels like after almost twenty years inside a house. He hasn't been around many wooded areas since then, but that's changing. It all is.
He turns around and rests his back against the tree, arms tucked across his chest. He looks at Derek for a long moment, before glancing upward again. He can see a little sliver of sky here and there, through the tops of the trees. He can even smell the outdoors, and it feels like the first time he's had a moment to really... absorb it all.]
I'm sure there's a plentiful supply of hardwood in the city. Maybe even some soft.
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He turns around and rests his back against the tree, arms tucked across his chest. He looks at Derek for a long moment, before glancing upward again. He can see a little sliver of sky here and there, through the tops of the trees. He can even smell the outdoors, and it feels like the first time he's had a moment to really... absorb it all.]
I'm sure there's a plentiful supply of hardwood in the city. Maybe even some soft.