[Tate breathes in deep, chews on his lip and then drops his gaze back down to Derek's hands before gesturing to the wood pile. Which he can't pick up now, neither can Derek. He will have to think about how he feels in regard to having some sort of weakness here he hadn't accounted for, and maybe needs to warn Violet about.]
It's fine. We're - we should pick some stuff and go.
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It's fine. We're - we should pick some stuff and go.