[Tate lets the door come in, hand falling to his side before he crosses it over his chest - touching to his other arm by the elbow, shrinking in a bit. He steps back into the bathroom, where the steam is dampening his hair and making it stick to his brow as he looks up at Derek. He wets his lips, and sighs.]

I just want us to - do something. If you don't want to fuck, then I don't care if we fight. I just... I just need something.

[He needs to ignite and explode, because that's all he knows how to do to get rid of the feelings in his chest. He's never learned another way and in death, may never be able to. He's kindled fire and he doesn't know how to calm what's simmering.]

So just do something, okay?