[ Derek shrugs, a little forlorn. They can talk about training and hunters, yeah, and it's probably the right thing to address - but selfishly, and maybe even hypocritically, Derek had liked being able to just relax with Tate and see him smile. It feels kind of shitty, being stuck in this whirlpool again. Remembering how badly people want him dead. ]
Let me worry about that. I promised you I'd take care of you.
[ He finishes off his second beer and gets to his feet, holding his hand out to help Tate up. The yawn caught his attention. ]
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Let me worry about that. I promised you I'd take care of you.
[ He finishes off his second beer and gets to his feet, holding his hand out to help Tate up. The yawn caught his attention. ]
C'mon. You're tired. Bed.