confiscated: (⇀ currently facing)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-05-06 04:31 am (UTC)

What? Really?

[Tate's attention is snagged like a fish on a hook, and he leans forward - snapping his eyes to Derek all wide and dark, reflecting bits of moonlight. He misses the feeling of his jacket, rubbing his hand over his arm and holding on to his elbow now that it's gone. The scent of leather, the faint reminiscence of Derek, it's gone. Sitting now across from him, still so close and yet so far. He feels like he wants to move closer. He does so by picking up a burger, offering it to Derek.]

You can alllways just give me yours.

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