[ It's nice, seeing Tate so happy. This kind of relaxed, easy joy is exactly the kind of feeling Derek wants to bring him, and that smile, that laugh, it's all contagious. When Tate looks at him, Derek looks back, and there's - something there. A sense of purpose, maybe, or - something close to it. There's so much pure, hopeful affection in the way Derek looks at him, and for a second, Derek wonders if-- if that kind of affection, that kind of open, emotional connection, is what he should have given his pack back home. If that's the difference, between them and Tate.
Maybe it's not that. Maybe it's something else. Derek drops his voice low, like he doesn't want Tate to hear him talk, but - not low enough for Tate to miss what he says. ]
You're gonna get me in trouble, one of these days.
[ And then, suddenly, Derek's eyes snap up. He tilts his head, looks up the tree that Tate's standing under, and - hm. Hmm. ]
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Maybe it's not that. Maybe it's something else. Derek drops his voice low, like he doesn't want Tate to hear him talk, but - not low enough for Tate to miss what he says. ]
You're gonna get me in trouble, one of these days.
[ And then, suddenly, Derek's eyes snap up. He tilts his head, looks up the tree that Tate's standing under, and - hm. Hmm. ]
You think you could climb up there?