[ even now - even now - the idea of distrusting tate, of thinking he's anything other than tired, just like he says he is, runs so against the grain of what's been hammered into him over the course of this relationship. tate is trustworthy, tate is kind, that's what derek's told himself. the alternative - all that time spent on him - is simply too horrible to consider. derek hesitates, like he doesn't know what to do. if tate doesn't know what he's talking about, then - he's not sure what his next step should be.
but he shakes it off. shakes off the hesitation, charges ahead, keeps on the one road he's following because it's the only road in front of him. derek isn't accusing tate of anything, but the tone is there in his voice as he folds his arms and stares at the bed, jaw tense. ]
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but he shakes it off. shakes off the hesitation, charges ahead, keeps on the one road he's following because it's the only road in front of him. derek isn't accusing tate of anything, but the tone is there in his voice as he folds his arms and stares at the bed, jaw tense. ]
That's all you're giving me? "What"?