[Tate still feels shaken, left standing there for a second - brows pinching together at something he perceives as rejection from Derek but is trying not to let rub raw the wounds already settled into his skin. His lungs feel the way they would after a hard cry, breaths deep and wet, salty on the exhale. He watches Derek move by him and bites his lip, trying not to let that feeling of rejection fester.
He's not in the wrong here, he told Derek to wait. Derek didn't, and it escalated from there. Still, heat burns under Tate's skin and he feels swells of emotion he might not be able to handle if they peak. He exhales hard, following Derek sullenly and frowning at the sight of the cat.]
You're scaring her. Move, just - go back in there.
[Leave her to him, just - don't scare the fucking cat over the literal edge. 'She doesn't like you' is too bitterly tinged to spit out, even though he wants to. He's - angry now, maybe, but it's the honest truth. She hated Derek until he put the fear of God knows what inside her.]
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He's not in the wrong here, he told Derek to wait. Derek didn't, and it escalated from there. Still, heat burns under Tate's skin and he feels swells of emotion he might not be able to handle if they peak. He exhales hard, following Derek sullenly and frowning at the sight of the cat.]
You're scaring her. Move, just - go back in there.
[Leave her to him, just - don't scare the fucking cat over the literal edge. 'She doesn't like you' is too bitterly tinged to spit out, even though he wants to. He's - angry now, maybe, but it's the honest truth. She hated Derek until he put the fear of God knows what inside her.]
J-Just go.