[ He makes a noise, a low whimper of want, his cast banging a little against Derek's waist but his other hand curls into his top and holds himself there. ]
We could just do this. [ Leaning in, mouth inches from Derek's. ] We could just see. I'm not asking you for anything, I don't need anything. M'just ... curious.
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You're sixteen.
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You hate me.
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Maybe, maybe not. M'kinda willing to figure out if I could not though.
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Why did you kiss me?
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Kate things.]
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Okay.
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How's your arm?
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[ He shrugs. ] It's fine though.
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Fine.
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[It smells.]
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[ But still, he's standing up. ]
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I'm a quick study.
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[Umhm.]
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So. This can't be awkward. I won't let it be.
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