[ Takes a while, before Derek responds. He focuses on Tate's food, bringing water to boil and searching out sauce that isnt past its expiration date. When he answers him, he's got his back turned. ]

Think I've gotta get over you running back to Kavinsky before that happens.

[ He looks up at Tate, just briefly, watching him put his beer away. He quickly drops his eyes back now. ]

Things are fucked up between us. We're talking, right now, but somehow there's still this hole in my chest because of how badly I miss you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you? Die for you, kill for you. That kind of devotion, that's... that's what you're supposed to have for someone, when there's... love, there. When you're pack.

[ Or - love between you and your home. Derek did the same for Beacon Hills. Killed for it. Tried to die for it, more than once, though that was less because of a grand sacrifice and more because he was tired. Tate's food is getting prepared and all it has to do now is cook, so Derek doesn't have a reason to keep his back to Tate anymore. Reluctantly, he turns back around. ]

But I'm scared that that's all one sided. I don't believe some of the things you've said to me, I don't... know if you even think of me, when we're not in the same room together. I'm really, really confused about us, and I just... I mean, how am I supposed to give you all my loyalty if I can't even give you a spare magical house key? It's insane. This all feels insane.