Better get me a fucking cool one, then.

[Tate smiles when Derek takes the burger, nudging more of the food aside to make room for him to edge forward in. He's staring at Derek with the expectancy of a dog, he realizes, but he can't help the giddy little feeling in his chest he gets from being around him. If he had a fucking tail it'd probably be wagging right now.]

I'm gonna say up here tonight, if that's okay? I wanna sleep under the stars.