[ It would be easy to take "I don't want to" at face value. It'd make sense for Tate to not want to be around him, and Derek would let him go, if he did, but after spending as much time as he has trying to get Tate to come around and be his friend and trust him, it would still sting.

But Derek hears the way he trails off and doesn't make any rash interpretations, choosing instead to stay quiet and wait for Tate to talk again. He watches him, sees the way he struggles to adjust to the waking world, and he drifts his eyes back to the glass of water, silently telling Tate to take another drink, if he needs it. When he looks back, Tate is red, and Derek... knew this question was coming, or at least some variation of it. He stays stoic. Unemotional. ]

You just wanted me to stay at the party and hang out with you. I brought you here, instead. Made you get some sleep.

[ Not entirely the truth, but. They can get to that, if they have to. ]