[ Derek laughs, close to sarcastic but not quite there. The walk into town is going to be a while - Stiles and Derek made sure to live as far from the up as they could without being out of city limits, which is good for privacy, but bad for groceries - and it's going to be a pretty awful time without something to talk about between them.
Tate thanks him for making this happen, and Derek shrugs, but he fixates on the sentiment. Did Tate ever get to do things like this back when he was alive? Build treehouses, make friends. Derek walks, crunching over twigs and dead leaves, and he - fixates, a little, on asking something he shouldn't ask.
He wants to know more about Tate. More about... the sides of him he doesn't really discuss. ]
What was it like - arriving here? Did you just...
[ Derek pauses, feeling out the words in his mouth. Did you just die and wake up here? Was it disorienting? Did you think you were in hell, or - were you aware that you'd died, and that you were made alive again? ]
I mean - was it just... you died, and then... suddenly you were here? Or...
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Tate thanks him for making this happen, and Derek shrugs, but he fixates on the sentiment. Did Tate ever get to do things like this back when he was alive? Build treehouses, make friends. Derek walks, crunching over twigs and dead leaves, and he - fixates, a little, on asking something he shouldn't ask.
He wants to know more about Tate. More about... the sides of him he doesn't really discuss. ]
What was it like - arriving here? Did you just...
[ Derek pauses, feeling out the words in his mouth. Did you just die and wake up here? Was it disorienting? Did you think you were in hell, or - were you aware that you'd died, and that you were made alive again? ]
I mean - was it just... you died, and then... suddenly you were here? Or...