[ Okay, well, fuck that. Derek's already getting ready to argue, mouth open and eyebrows meeting in the middle, but Tate intercepts and shuts him down. He exhales through his nose, long and slow, then turns away, trying to think of a way out of this. He... can't, so he sounds kind of small when he just mumbles out his feelings. ]

I want to take care of you, though.

[ Tate's the one who's hurting right now. Derek is, too, but - Derek didn't go to Tate for help the way Tate did for him. He narrows his eyes, looks back. ]

You - know that, right? Putting aside all of this bullshit between us right now, you - you know that's the bottom line for me, don't you? Making you happy, and... loving you, and... all of that. That's still... what I want.