[ There's something a little too off about the feeling. It comes back again; a little bit lower and on his front rather than his back, grazing his abdomen and making him startle a little because there's nothing there. He's trying very hard to concentrate on his conversation with Patty, but he can't help being distracted by the little tingling touches. His chest, the side of his face. Derek's feeling something intimate and caring and it throws him off, because it's been a long time since anyone's touched him like that. And right now...whoever or whatever it is that's doing it, Derek can't see it. ]
No, I feel it. I still feel it.
[ Derek reaches to take Patty's wrist if she'll let him, thinking that maybe there's something near the table that's causing it and if they move away from it, that will help. It doesn't occur to him that the half-eaten cupcake in his free hand could be the culprit. ]
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No, I feel it. I still feel it.
[ Derek reaches to take Patty's wrist if she'll let him, thinking that maybe there's something near the table that's causing it and if they move away from it, that will help. It doesn't occur to him that the half-eaten cupcake in his free hand could be the culprit. ]