[ A vague sense of confidence describes Tate's typical state of mind pretty fucking well, if Derek's being honest. Derek's kind of a shithead, because even though he was the one came up with the idea of climbing that tree in the first place, he's rolling his eyes and acting put out when Tate needs help.
But, whatever. Fine. He walks over, shoves Tate on the shoulderblade, setting his hands on his waist. There's no real warning, he just - picks him the fuck up and lifts him high and fast, like he barely weighs a thing, putting him in reach of that first branch. ]
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[ A vague sense of confidence describes Tate's typical state of mind pretty fucking well, if Derek's being honest. Derek's kind of a shithead, because even though he was the one came up with the idea of climbing that tree in the first place, he's rolling his eyes and acting put out when Tate needs help.
But, whatever. Fine. He walks over, shoves Tate on the shoulderblade, setting his hands on his waist. There's no real warning, he just - picks him the fuck up and lifts him high and fast, like he barely weighs a thing, putting him in reach of that first branch. ]
Get on, idiot.