[Tate doesn't balk at being told what to do, and he feels a bit like he wants to resist but he doesn't voice it. Not yet, anyway. He can walk out of here later if he feels like it, once the rain's lightened up and maybe after his head stops feeling like it's been dipped underwater. He finishes dressing once Derek's gone, slipping on the sweatpants after dropping his towel, taking the latter back to the bathroom to put with his other clothes. He then carries his few belongings with him, back out into the main area of the den - feeling a bit lost but gravitating toward the couches because that's where Derek is.
He would've liked to hang out here on better days, and maybe he should visit more. Rather than bide his time away at the beach alone. He sits, dropping his things to the table and looking at the pizza like it's the most unappetizing thing in the world. Still, he reaches for the plate mechanically.]
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He would've liked to hang out here on better days, and maybe he should visit more. Rather than bide his time away at the beach alone. He sits, dropping his things to the table and looking at the pizza like it's the most unappetizing thing in the world. Still, he reaches for the plate mechanically.]
Sorry to just show up.