[ This is probably the reaction Derek should have expected, but - it just sucks. Tate's making him feel like an awful person, and months ago, he would have just caved, given in, found the ledger and written Tate's name then and there, right in front of him. Derek wasn't trying to slap Tate in the face, he wasn't - wasn't trying to make him feel like he wouldn't be safe here, in this house or with him. He's staring at Tate while he talks, intense and scrutinizing, trying to figure out how much of Tate's complaints about his behaviour are real, and how much are just based on his hurt.

At the very least, he feels like Tate not knowing what he wants from him is - a real place to start. Derek's eyes are kind of stinging, but he's gonna blame that on the steam. ]

I just want to trust you again. I don't know how to force that. If I could, I would.

[ He shrugs with one shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose. ]

You're right, though. I've been asking too much of you. I've just been trying to figure all of this out, but - shit, I'm sorry. If you're saying this can't be fixed, or - or that you don't trust me either, then - I don't really know what to do to make all of this right.