[Tate is still feeling a thrumming in his chest at 'I like you very much. More than you like me-' which he doesn't really get. Is it a joke? Reads like one but Tate almost felt compelled to defend himself, say he's the one who probably likes Derek a bit too much. But he bit his tongue before he did, because part of him acknowledges that as... too much. Too much for this moment.
It's not exactly comfortable laying on the dirt, so Tate wiggles a bit and breathes out hard, like he's a dog who just can't get comfortable. He bends his knee, laying it flat with his calf beneath his other leg and picks up a twig off the ground, twirling it between his fingers while looking sidelong at Derek.]
Wanna pinky swear on it? I will. And that shit's sacred.
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[Tate is still feeling a thrumming in his chest at 'I like you very much. More than you like me-' which he doesn't really get. Is it a joke? Reads like one but Tate almost felt compelled to defend himself, say he's the one who probably likes Derek a bit too much. But he bit his tongue before he did, because part of him acknowledges that as... too much. Too much for this moment.
It's not exactly comfortable laying on the dirt, so Tate wiggles a bit and breathes out hard, like he's a dog who just can't get comfortable. He bends his knee, laying it flat with his calf beneath his other leg and picks up a twig off the ground, twirling it between his fingers while looking sidelong at Derek.]
Wanna pinky swear on it? I will. And that shit's sacred.