[There's no fight in Tate against that, not when he's still feeling like his head is churning itself inside out - only now without the images that once accompanied the sway-like feeling resonating through him like he was still awash in the tide. He rubs his hand up and over the bones of his wrist, curling one finger against his forearm to scratch up toward his elbow and back again in an idle tic.]
... Are they just going to be in your head now? Forever?
[A question that bubbles out of him after he looks up, not sure how he feels. Still happier not to have them in his own head, but Derek's continued burdening of himself leaves Tate feeling like he's not able to keep the balance. He should be protecting Derek too, or at the very least not continuing to prove how weak he is by needing assistance every five steps.]
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[There's no fight in Tate against that, not when he's still feeling like his head is churning itself inside out - only now without the images that once accompanied the sway-like feeling resonating through him like he was still awash in the tide. He rubs his hand up and over the bones of his wrist, curling one finger against his forearm to scratch up toward his elbow and back again in an idle tic.]
... Are they just going to be in your head now? Forever?
[A question that bubbles out of him after he looks up, not sure how he feels. Still happier not to have them in his own head, but Derek's continued burdening of himself leaves Tate feeling like he's not able to keep the balance. He should be protecting Derek too, or at the very least not continuing to prove how weak he is by needing assistance every five steps.]