[Tate thinks that this is a lot - to digest, to be told, but he drinks it all up nonetheless. Tate loves stories, loves hearing people tell him about their lives - maybe because it distracts him from his own. Gives him something fresh to settle on, to observe and try to understand. Derek and Stiles have it better that they're from the same world, where they're not just here by chance for as long as they last. Of course it's easier for them to try things, if it works out... well, it works out wherever they are.
He finds romance in what Derek tells him and again he pines for that, scratching at his upper arm almost shy as he tries not to feel too jealous. He'd going to be holding Derek to what he said about ensuring it works out - that there's an even amount of love for pack and mate both. If, Tate surmises, that's possible.]
Yoooou are not supervising anything.
[That just comes out of his mouth first and foremost, before he laughs lightly. Quirks his brows and kicks his feet, like - well. It is kind of funny. Nice to be offered but uh. Derek?]
Maybe sometime down the road you could help us score a quiet place to chill. But I know the beach is off limits, and the treehouse will be too. Got any other locations that might be okay to just... hang in?
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He finds romance in what Derek tells him and again he pines for that, scratching at his upper arm almost shy as he tries not to feel too jealous. He'd going to be holding Derek to what he said about ensuring it works out - that there's an even amount of love for pack and mate both. If, Tate surmises, that's possible.]
Yoooou are not supervising anything.
[That just comes out of his mouth first and foremost, before he laughs lightly. Quirks his brows and kicks his feet, like - well. It is kind of funny. Nice to be offered but uh. Derek?]
Maybe sometime down the road you could help us score a quiet place to chill. But I know the beach is off limits, and the treehouse will be too. Got any other locations that might be okay to just... hang in?