[ Okay. Peter. Pretty terrible name, all things considered. Not off to a great start. Derek bristles, low-key deciding he doesn't like this dude, because if sweeping gestures and overdramatic promises haven't done wonders for his relationship with Tate, at least it's always helped when he's decided on arbitrary instinct to hate everyone Tate forms a connection with.
Derek nods, mechanical and distant, like he's not really there. There's a stretch of silence that feels painfully ongoing, but doesn't last very long at all. He breathes out a sigh, and it's only when he hears it leave him that he realizes he's just-- thinking, and being angry, and being possessive and stupid and jealous that there's someone else in Tate's life he hadn't known about, and generally... just... not being reassuring. He swallows, scrambling to catch up. ]
Sorry, I'm just - thinking.
[ Which doesn't sound good, actually, so Derek winces apologetically, setting both hands on the branch and holding on tight, like he's preparing to propel himself off the edge and eat complete and total shit on the ground below. He needs to know more about this guy? Peter. Is he Tate's age? Older? Jesus Christ, Derek's gonna kill him if he's older. There's another sigh, he hears himself again, realizes he's just circling the drain, here. He looks at Tate, tries to look - chill. Doesn't look chill. ]
Tate - this place doesn't make it easy to trust people. This place doesn't make it easy to like people, for that matter. I'm not saying you have to... rush into the idea of dating him, and I know that it's pretty fucking scary trying to survive this place as a sub, but. If there's someone in your life that's... kind, and decent, and good for you, then you should be fighting to hold onto that. Onto him.
[ But only if he's actually kind? And actually decent. Does this Peter prick do as many drugs as Kavinsky? How much fucking blood does he have on his hands? Peter. Peter. ]
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Derek nods, mechanical and distant, like he's not really there. There's a stretch of silence that feels painfully ongoing, but doesn't last very long at all. He breathes out a sigh, and it's only when he hears it leave him that he realizes he's just-- thinking, and being angry, and being possessive and stupid and jealous that there's someone else in Tate's life he hadn't known about, and generally... just... not being reassuring. He swallows, scrambling to catch up. ]
Sorry, I'm just - thinking.
[ Which doesn't sound good, actually, so Derek winces apologetically, setting both hands on the branch and holding on tight, like he's preparing to propel himself off the edge and eat complete and total shit on the ground below. He needs to know more about this guy? Peter. Is he Tate's age? Older? Jesus Christ, Derek's gonna kill him if he's older. There's another sigh, he hears himself again, realizes he's just circling the drain, here. He looks at Tate, tries to look - chill. Doesn't look chill. ]
Tate - this place doesn't make it easy to trust people. This place doesn't make it easy to like people, for that matter. I'm not saying you have to... rush into the idea of dating him, and I know that it's pretty fucking scary trying to survive this place as a sub, but. If there's someone in your life that's... kind, and decent, and good for you, then you should be fighting to hold onto that. Onto him.
[ But only if he's actually kind? And actually decent. Does this Peter prick do as many drugs as Kavinsky? How much fucking blood does he have on his hands? Peter. Peter. ]