[ Skipping plates, Clint flips the lid of the box, resettles back on the stool to the counter. ]
Dig in.
[ He's still watching him, but more subtly this time, less pointedly, and with a softer look in his eyes, Derek pushed to the side of his thoughts. He grabs a slice, stomach grumbling at the smell alone, and takes a large bite, swallowing it down. ]
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Dig in.
[ He's still watching him, but more subtly this time, less pointedly, and with a softer look in his eyes, Derek pushed to the side of his thoughts. He grabs a slice, stomach grumbling at the smell alone, and takes a large bite, swallowing it down. ]
So what'd you wanna talk to me about?