[ Derek doesn't want to eat. Tate offers him something and Derek just stares up at him, neutral and purposefully quiet, only dropping his eyes when Tate starts smoothing some of the blood away from his arm. It makes Derek feel worse, if possible. He shouldn't have... raised his voice, to put it delicately. Shouldn't have lost control, least of all because of a fucking cat.

Tate flicks the candy at him and Derek blinks rapidly but ultimately just lets it hit his face and rest against his neck, tense and staring up at Tate like he's been betrayed. He doesn't say anything, for a second. Just stares until his shoulders relax again. ]

I... didn't mean to scare you. You weren't supposed to know I could do that.

[ Another werewolf thing he was trying to shield Tate from until they were both ready for the bite. Derek's proud of being a wolf, but it's still hard showing it so openly around humans, especially a human he cares about. Derek raises his hand, flicks the candy off his throat, and he's not sure if he can explain this properly, but he's going to use the words that sit right with him anyway. ]

Didn't mean to scare her, either. Thought she might... submit, if I did that. [ you know - because he's the alpha. sick guitar riff. ]

How long have you been looking after her?