"Come on," Patrick encourages, giving David a warm nod as he squeezes Derek's arm, all of a sudden reminded that he definitely is not going to the gym enough because some people around here are just ridiculously jacked and he'll never compare to that.
He digs out his keys and starts ascending the stairs, taking them slowly as he considers Derek, not sure what he wants to talk about first, but he thinks he can start with the easy stuff. "Do you want a beer?" he offers, thinking it'll be a lot easier to talk about a few shitty days if there's alcohol involved. "I know it's always a happier evening when there's a beer and dinner and good friends," he says warmly, opening the fridge to grab a few bottles.
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He digs out his keys and starts ascending the stairs, taking them slowly as he considers Derek, not sure what he wants to talk about first, but he thinks he can start with the easy stuff. "Do you want a beer?" he offers, thinking it'll be a lot easier to talk about a few shitty days if there's alcohol involved. "I know it's always a happier evening when there's a beer and dinner and good friends," he says warmly, opening the fridge to grab a few bottles.