[ Derek's - done with working, just for a sec. Tate told him to take a break and he's going to actually listen. He sets the saw down and heads on over, feeling slightly self-conscious about being sweaty in case he, like, reeks, or something, but settles down next to Tate all the same. ]
Sounds like he loved you a lot.
[ And he doesn't understand why that... would have changed, or why he would have left, but he's cynical enough to believe it could happen. Tate's dad wouldn't be the first dad to cut out all contact with his children. Derek sighs, leaning back in the grass, looking over Tate's shoulder. ]
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Sounds like he loved you a lot.
[ And he doesn't understand why that... would have changed, or why he would have left, but he's cynical enough to believe it could happen. Tate's dad wouldn't be the first dad to cut out all contact with his children. Derek sighs, leaning back in the grass, looking over Tate's shoulder. ]
Spirals, huh.