[ Meat. Derek raises his eyebrows, happy and challenging, before Tate rolls onto his side. Derek moves away, just so he can grab the top end of the sleeping bag and pull it up over Tate's shoulders, getting him warmer. He settles in a few inches closer after that, talking as he lays down again. ]

I don't know. Feels like you haven't been happy for a while. I'm just - glad to see it again. Makes me feel good.

[ Derek looks out over the back of Tate's head, down towards the ocean. He can hear it, still and gentle. It's easy to forget how fucked up this place is when he's got the ocean and the woods and his pack and a home. Easy enough. ]

Your turn.