[Literally. Tate looks down at the jacket, feeling the weight in his arms almost as if it really is some sleeping babe. Only he then turns it over, threading his arm through one sleeve and then the other; it's oversized for him but it rests on him decently. Smells like Derek though - that's the first thing he notices.]
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[Literally. Tate looks down at the jacket, feeling the weight in his arms almost as if it really is some sleeping babe. Only he then turns it over, threading his arm through one sleeve and then the other; it's oversized for him but it rests on him decently. Smells like Derek though - that's the first thing he notices.]
How do I look?