[ Tate feels it all. The slight flare of panic from Derek when Tate stirs into clearer consciousness, the urge to tell him to wait flooding through Derek's brain as an electric impulse, the muscle memory that forges the w and the a and the i and the t through lips and tongue and teeth. They're still connected, intimately so, and Derek tells Tate to stay still before carefully, carefully taking his claws from his neck.
Tate's blood drips on the floor and Derek doesn't seem to mind the mess. He retracts his claws, exhales softly and walks around to the front of the couch, dizzy and unsteady on his feet. He stands over Tate, though, face to face, one arm folded over the other, and he tilts his chin up before he speaks, completely disconnected. ]
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[ Tate feels it all. The slight flare of panic from Derek when Tate stirs into clearer consciousness, the urge to tell him to wait flooding through Derek's brain as an electric impulse, the muscle memory that forges the w and the a and the i and the t through lips and tongue and teeth. They're still connected, intimately so, and Derek tells Tate to stay still before carefully, carefully taking his claws from his neck.
Tate's blood drips on the floor and Derek doesn't seem to mind the mess. He retracts his claws, exhales softly and walks around to the front of the couch, dizzy and unsteady on his feet. He stands over Tate, though, face to face, one arm folded over the other, and he tilts his chin up before he speaks, completely disconnected. ]
Was that okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?