[ That feels like kind of a hollow question - Derek's not sure if Tate's genuinely trying to rely on him, or... if he knows that Derek likes being relied on, and sees this as a way to circumvent all the I'm going to follow you and never lie to me again bullshit by worming his way back into the good books. Derek doesn't let his doubt show on his face, really, but he... stares at Tate for a second or two, like he's mulling it over. ]

I... would like to be there for you when you need me. I don't want to see you suffer, Tate. If thinking of me or coming to me can stop you from being swallowed up like that, then - I want to be that for you.

[ Another pause. Derek walks to the safety railing and hoists himself onto it, sitting on the edge of the balcony. He doesn't know how to stop that, either. The swallowing. ]

And - if you ever really need to hurt someone, come hurt me. I can handle it.