[ Derek wants to resist. He's the one who scared her, getting all-- stupid and impatient and animal, so he needs to be the one to fix this. Tate ushers him away and for a second, Derek pretends like he doesn't hear him, holding his hand out a little further - but when Cobain cries out and scratches at his finger, drawing more blood, he pulls back with a hiss that makes her hiss back.
He stands up, looking at Tate for-- one second, maybe two, then heads back into the treehouse. He could leave. Go back to the den and finish talking to that shithead Stanley about restocking inventory, even though that's not supposed to be Derek's job. Instead, he just - makes a beeline for the bed and sits on the edge of it, rubbing at his cheek and smearing away a little less red than he thought there'd be. He's already healing.
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He stands up, looking at Tate for-- one second, maybe two, then heads back into the treehouse. He could leave. Go back to the den and finish talking to that shithead Stanley about restocking inventory, even though that's not supposed to be Derek's job. Instead, he just - makes a beeline for the bed and sits on the edge of it, rubbing at his cheek and smearing away a little less red than he thought there'd be. He's already healing.
Derek just - sits inside, and he waits. ]