[Tate knows all about werewolves - the scent tracking, the heart beat monitoring and the way Derek can peel an emotion off Tate simply by the chemosignals that radiate off him when he feels it. So he doesn't try to hide anything around him, which is good. Because he wouldn't be able to high the sigh of relief, the way his limbs get heavy the second Derek's playing with his hair the way Nora used to, when she first saw him in the basement.
It's sedating and Tate struggles not to fall for it too quickly, eyelids low and heavy and his body shifting to get comfortable. He curls to be the little spoon in the arrangement, feeling safe and tucked away. Still, he laughs, a bit delayed and chased by another soft yawn.]
Both? Sirens are cool too. But yeah, it's... it's metal.
[Fuck. He's tired. Why all of a sudden? The warmth, the care, the heart beat of another person tucked up behind him. Tate's fighting a losing battle and it shows.]
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It's sedating and Tate struggles not to fall for it too quickly, eyelids low and heavy and his body shifting to get comfortable. He curls to be the little spoon in the arrangement, feeling safe and tucked away. Still, he laughs, a bit delayed and chased by another soft yawn.]
Both? Sirens are cool too. But yeah, it's... it's metal.
[Fuck. He's tired. Why all of a sudden? The warmth, the care, the heart beat of another person tucked up behind him. Tate's fighting a losing battle and it shows.]
Gimme one reason werewolves are cooler.