[ It takes Derek a second for him to realize why Tate might want to lay down, and he's quickly flushed with a little more shame. Jesus Christ - he walked Tate too far given how rough they just were together, too impatient to get him away from the sharks in the water to think about how much pain he might be in. Derek's cheeks go red, and he nods, but then pauses, reaching out after putting his things on the driver's seat to take Tate's wrist again. ]
Wait.
[ Siphoning Tate's pain isn't new for him - they've been doing this for a while now, with sedation before bed being the only thing keeping him afloat some nights. Derek chews the inside of his cheek as he drains some of Tate's discomfort through sharp, black ropes that itch the inside of his veins. He doesn't let Tate go until he's completely sure that he's taken enough. ]
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Wait.
[ Siphoning Tate's pain isn't new for him - they've been doing this for a while now, with sedation before bed being the only thing keeping him afloat some nights. Derek chews the inside of his cheek as he drains some of Tate's discomfort through sharp, black ropes that itch the inside of his veins. He doesn't let Tate go until he's completely sure that he's taken enough. ]
Should've done this. During.