[ he needs tate off the streets, he needs him laying down. he needs to lock him away on the eighty-first floor, get him to chug back some coffee or water and sleep this off. he needs to offer tate a warm meal and a hot shower. he needs do something.
tate swats at his arm and takes hold, and that's good enough for derek. he looks over tate's shoulder, catches the warehouse and the awful lighting, and he starts to turn and walk away. it takes all his willpower not to just... carry tate, who barely seems able to put one foot in front of the other.
he doesn't mind being stared at. doesn't mind the owlish way tate curls in on himself, blinking curiously. he just - walks, arm out for tate, always a second away from reaching out with it and stopping him if he falls or turns to go back to the warehouse. the elevator's a bit of a trek, but. they can get there like this. ]
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[ he needs tate off the streets, he needs him laying down. he needs to lock him away on the eighty-first floor, get him to chug back some coffee or water and sleep this off. he needs to offer tate a warm meal and a hot shower. he needs do something.
tate swats at his arm and takes hold, and that's good enough for derek. he looks over tate's shoulder, catches the warehouse and the awful lighting, and he starts to turn and walk away. it takes all his willpower not to just... carry tate, who barely seems able to put one foot in front of the other.
he doesn't mind being stared at. doesn't mind the owlish way tate curls in on himself, blinking curiously. he just - walks, arm out for tate, always a second away from reaching out with it and stopping him if he falls or turns to go back to the warehouse. the elevator's a bit of a trek, but. they can get there like this. ]
You're my friend. Stay close. Don't let go.