[ The last thing Derek wants to do is invade Tate's privacy, but - this is going to be his first time delving into someone else's mind, and by using his own claws instead of relying on Talia's as a set of safety wheels, he's not going to have the control he might need to find already corrupted memories in Tate's head. He's made the promise, though, and after curling his hand against Tate's chest, he nods, standing and stepping back. ]
Alright. This is going to hurt, but - I've got you.
[ He moves until he's standing behind Tate, reaching over the back of the sofa to grip him by the shoulders, gently squeezing in an attempt to get him relaxed. Derek wets his lips and follows the curve of Tate's spine, beating down all the worries trying to convince him that this is a bad idea. Too deep and Tate could end up a wolf - too imprecise and he could end up paralyzed or dead. Again. Derek's stomach twists. ]
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Alright. This is going to hurt, but - I've got you.
[ He moves until he's standing behind Tate, reaching over the back of the sofa to grip him by the shoulders, gently squeezing in an attempt to get him relaxed. Derek wets his lips and follows the curve of Tate's spine, beating down all the worries trying to convince him that this is a bad idea. Too deep and Tate could end up a wolf - too imprecise and he could end up paralyzed or dead. Again. Derek's stomach twists. ]
You ready?