[Tate can't shake this waterlogged feeling when it comes to how Derek's reactions affect him. He looks up at him with dark eyes, as expressive as a guilty dog - confused about what he's done, even if he's not in trouble for it. Screwing around, in whatever capacity he did, is none of Derek's business. And yet he feels like he needs to explain away the shit he can't even remember.

His nose is running, so he sniffs a few times before rubbing it with the back of his hand. He was hoping that in losing the lecture, he lost this whole touchy feely guilt thing. But here they are.]

Sorry. It's not like... [Hm.] It's fine. I kinda learned my lesson, okay?

[Did he, though.]

Haven't you ever just... wanted to get high or something? Don't tell me you're some straight edge freak.