[ that little comment just makes derek more embarrassed, and he turns away from her, but doesn't try and stop her from following him into the room, thinks it's pointless to slam the door. if he really wants her out, he'll literally throw her out, but it hasn't quite come to that yet. he's just agitated. maybe he should have gone out the front door instead of into the enclosed space of his bedroom. ]
I don't like touching it.
[ he admits to the wall, shoulders a tense line. ]
I have to find... other things.
[ and he knows that's weird, thanks. repressed, even. at least he's masturbating at all, right? ]
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I don't like touching it.
[ he admits to the wall, shoulders a tense line. ]
I have to find... other things.
[ and he knows that's weird, thanks. repressed, even. at least he's masturbating at all, right? ]