[ Derek snorts, but - he's absolutely not gonna share the sleeping bag. He runs pretty fucking hot. He'd burn alive in there. The Hale fire of 2005 would have nothing on him tonight. ]
I mean - if you'd asked me at sixteen? Yeah. Fuck, I would have killed for the chance. Kind of sucked sneaking out with my friends to just... watch them get wasted.
[ Always just sitting there, pretending to be straight-edge. Maybe that's why he dated Paige, who never so much as drank a beer in her life. Fuck, maybe that's why he dated Kate, who would throw them back like water. Derek runs his hand down the side of his neck, craning it a little when he looks back to Tate. ]
Now, though? That kind of thing, it's... for people who have the time to relax. People drink when they go out with friends, they... smoke weed when they're just trying to waste an afternoon. I can't really... relax... anymore. So.
[ So. Yeah. There's also the issue of losing his bodily autonomy, which fucking terrifies him, but there's still something wistful and unattainable about being a normal 22 year old getting tipsy with his friends. Friends he doesn't even have. Derek kicks his leg through the air again, the mood suddenly feeling more sour. He gestures at himself, looking out over the woods. ]
I mean - look at me. Nobody's exactly dying to invite me to a party.
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I mean - if you'd asked me at sixteen? Yeah. Fuck, I would have killed for the chance. Kind of sucked sneaking out with my friends to just... watch them get wasted.
[ Always just sitting there, pretending to be straight-edge. Maybe that's why he dated Paige, who never so much as drank a beer in her life. Fuck, maybe that's why he dated Kate, who would throw them back like water. Derek runs his hand down the side of his neck, craning it a little when he looks back to Tate. ]
Now, though? That kind of thing, it's... for people who have the time to relax. People drink when they go out with friends, they... smoke weed when they're just trying to waste an afternoon. I can't really... relax... anymore. So.
[ So. Yeah. There's also the issue of losing his bodily autonomy, which fucking terrifies him, but there's still something wistful and unattainable about being a normal 22 year old getting tipsy with his friends. Friends he doesn't even have. Derek kicks his leg through the air again, the mood suddenly feeling more sour. He gestures at himself, looking out over the woods. ]
I mean - look at me. Nobody's exactly dying to invite me to a party.