[Tate's brow furrows - he doesn't understand that reference but he sits up properly, facing Derek with his legs crossing under him. He dusts more dirt off his shirt and just laces his fingers, stretching out his arms and cracking his knuckles. He's comfortable, cozy, and treating this with a bit of fun.]
Lend me your leather jacket for a week. The one you wear all the time.
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Lend me your leather jacket for a week. The one you wear all the time.