[ Tate doesn't know what he's talking about, but Derek doesn't argue. He's lulled, by the touch, even if he still prickles with his primal, well-worn fight or flight instinct. He feels a little unstable, with Tate trying to take the lead. He needs firm ground here. He wants to comfort Tate, not the other way around.
He wants to be pack. He wants to just say it - that he could chase all of Tate's problems away, if he sunk his teeth into his hip and drained him of his humanity. Replacing the drugs in his veins with something better, something stronger. The only reason he doesn't is because it's - too soon. ]
Just... important.
[ Which sounds like a weak answer, so he tries again, eyebrows furrowed. ]
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He wants to be pack. He wants to just say it - that he could chase all of Tate's problems away, if he sunk his teeth into his hip and drained him of his humanity. Replacing the drugs in his veins with something better, something stronger. The only reason he doesn't is because it's - too soon. ]
Just... important.
[ Which sounds like a weak answer, so he tries again, eyebrows furrowed. ]
Friends. Maybe.