[The longer he holds on to his food the less he wants to eat it, but Tate isn't giving up on hope yet. He feels Derek's arm slope over him and it's heavy in a way that feels comforting, weighted against him and keeping him in place. He stares off into the corner of the room for a few seconds, before he rests his cheek against Derek's arm the way a comfort seeking dog might.
He's still so hung up on the loss of Violet that he doesn't know what to do - he's upset because he'll never see her again, he's lost his chance to win her back. But in there, deep below all that, there's a sense of relief that has yet to blossom. There's nobody here (little does he know,) that can reveal... the truth about him. No way to jeopardize what he was with Derek, what he's being offered. He'll turn to that soon with a sense of acknowledgement. Until then, he's just going to be brattily distressed.]
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He's still so hung up on the loss of Violet that he doesn't know what to do - he's upset because he'll never see her again, he's lost his chance to win her back. But in there, deep below all that, there's a sense of relief that has yet to blossom. There's nobody here (little does he know,) that can reveal... the truth about him. No way to jeopardize what he was with Derek, what he's being offered. He'll turn to that soon with a sense of acknowledgement. Until then, he's just going to be brattily distressed.]
... I can really stay here tonight?