[ Tate lets go, and Derek just lets his hand stay suspended for a second or two longer, before quietly thudding down onto an easily broken twig. He doesn't sense anything behind Tate's question, really. Nothing sinister, at least. Just figures he's going to make him do something only a dom can do, like buy him another stash of pretzels to hide out in the treehouse once it's built. ]
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Go nuts, Jigsaw.