[Tate's so easily swayed; he follows Derek's pointing finger like a child being instructed, as if being told the water's only so far away is something new. He's excited by the notion of living by it, by the beach and in the midst of all this greenery. There's something peaceful and serene about the area, so full of... life. In contrast to the simple feeling of death that haunted the House at all times. Blood, ash, suffering. This is so much lighter and promising.

Only. He looks to Derek quietly.]

Is it really going to work? In July. I mean, I want it to but... how? You and Stiles are important to one another and I know I'm important to you too. But... you promise that I won't be... imposing on anything? Like.

[He scratches at his forearm, light but hard enough to leave a white line underneath his sleeve.]

Stiles is okay with it?