[ where as derek's reply comes a little too slow. he just — pauses, feeling something constrict in his chest. guilt, again. as always, with tate. ]
I won't.
Just want you to have control of your own life. Your own choices. I don't want to make them for you the way I used to. That's the only space I'm giving you. I hope you know that. You're still as important to me as you ever were.
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I won't.
Just want you to have control of your own life. Your own choices. I don't want to make them for you the way I used to.
That's the only space I'm giving you. I hope you know that.
You're still as important to me as you ever were.
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you're just really important to me
more than anyone else here
[In a certain way. So it's not a lie? Marcus and Derek both get spun the same story, but with different yarn.]
i dont want to come to the den but
can we hang out somewhere else
sometime.