[ Derek likes to think he has a decent tolerance for stupid bullshit, so for a good two, maybe three seconds, he takes those flailing hand-slaps like a champ. The thing is, Derek likes to think a lot of things about himself that aren't true. He flares up with a grumpy impatience and drops Tate back onto the ground, looking mildly like a dog that just got its food bowl overturned.
This was a stupid idea and he already hates it. ]
Jesus. Fine. Come on.
[ But. Fuck. Whatever. He moves in front of Tate and takes a knee, lacing his fingers and holding his hand out for Tate to climb into. ]
Could've just fucking grabbed the branch. You were right there.
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This was a stupid idea and he already hates it. ]
Jesus. Fine. Come on.
[ But. Fuck. Whatever. He moves in front of Tate and takes a knee, lacing his fingers and holding his hand out for Tate to climb into. ]
Could've just fucking grabbed the branch. You were right there.