[ Derek looks up, giving Tate a long, quiet stare. There's no - jump in his heartbeat, no real emotional response. Tate just agrees, says he likes it, and ushers him along, and Derek just - trusts him. Tate wouldn't lie to him. Not after everything they've been through, these past few weeks they've known each other. Derek believes that. After being such a bad friend to Tate - he doesn't give himself the chance to not believe him.
He just. Trusts him implicitly. Tate asks about wood and Derek nods, moving ahead, letting the sound of footsteps and the smell of metal and varnish and paint bring him back to reality. The big sheets and planks of lumber aren't too far away, and Derek walks down the warehouse to find them, the selection to choose from all bound together in twine and zipties. Derek briefly thinks of the hotel and clears his throat. ]
Gonna want something sturdy. [ He kneels before a bottom shelf, finding some pine in a stack of two by fours and sliding them out. ] Look around. See what you can find.
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He just. Trusts him implicitly. Tate asks about wood and Derek nods, moving ahead, letting the sound of footsteps and the smell of metal and varnish and paint bring him back to reality. The big sheets and planks of lumber aren't too far away, and Derek walks down the warehouse to find them, the selection to choose from all bound together in twine and zipties. Derek briefly thinks of the hotel and clears his throat. ]
Gonna want something sturdy. [ He kneels before a bottom shelf, finding some pine in a stack of two by fours and sliding them out. ] Look around. See what you can find.