[ Cat Cobain. Derek looks at Tate for a good few seconds, trying to think of something to say to that. He can only think of shit that's-- negative, or else depressing. How is he going to take care of her? Does he expect her to just obediently live up here on her own? Is he going to take her back to fucking Kavinsky? This is just like Stiles' cat all over again, only worse, because this one is fucking violent.
He can't think of anything nice to say, so - he doesn't say anything at all. Derek pushes past Tate and goes looking for Cobain, guilt weighing heavy on his chest. It doesn't take long to find her - she's huddled up on the edge of the platform, her back to a very long drop. Derek's stomach flips and he kneels, holding one hand out, trying to show some kind of-- submission, or something, but all she does is make sad, murmuring noises, visibly shaking. Derek feels like a scumbag. ]
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He can't think of anything nice to say, so - he doesn't say anything at all. Derek pushes past Tate and goes looking for Cobain, guilt weighing heavy on his chest. It doesn't take long to find her - she's huddled up on the edge of the platform, her back to a very long drop. Derek's stomach flips and he kneels, holding one hand out, trying to show some kind of-- submission, or something, but all she does is make sad, murmuring noises, visibly shaking. Derek feels like a scumbag. ]
C'mere.
[ She doesn't c'mere. ]