[ Tate fits in with notebooks and paints far more than he does manual labor, anyway. This isn't the first time he's noticed artistry in Tate, but it is the first time he's wondered how deep that river runs. ]

It's your treehouse. If you can come up with something cooler than what I have in mind, we'll go for it.

[ He shrugs, casual, leaving the saw mid-plank as he looks over Tate's plans. They're... good, and they're probably more structurally sound than anything Derek's come up with during his plan-out-as-you-go approach, but. He stands taller, hypocritically ignoring the work he has to do. ]

You're pretty good at drawing, you know.