[ Laughable. Derek's possessiveness over Tate, the anger he's felt because of him, the twisted way they've warped their relationship from an attempt to protect a damaged kid from harm to whatever the fuck it is now - none of it has been healthy, even when it felt good, and none of the dealing that Derek's had to do has gone over easy. Even now, his stomach's tearing itself up and his chest feels tight. He barely reacts when Tate reaches his hand out. ]
I really don't.
[ He steps forward, though, into Tate's hand, still soft in his grip but already getting harder. Derek reaches up and smooths some of Tate's hair back, remembering the haircut he gave him out on the deck - he's overdue for another. ]
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I really don't.
[ He steps forward, though, into Tate's hand, still soft in his grip but already getting harder. Derek reaches up and smooths some of Tate's hair back, remembering the haircut he gave him out on the deck - he's overdue for another. ]
I just... know how to sound like I do.