[ Derek gets annoyed, but again, not enough to comment. There's just this twinge in his eyebrows as he looks up at Tate, more sullen, than anything else. Tate probably knows him well enough by now to know that he's just - like this, though. Neutral anger, all the time.

Tate draws attention to their hands, though, and Derek doesn't let go, even if that's what Tate's prompting him to do. His eyes are still red, which spikes up the rest of his senses, making the faded drugs and the death and the surprising steadiness of Tate's blood all feel so much clearer. Derek drops his eyes, focuses on Tate's hand, then sighs through his nose. ]

My... senses are all heightened. I can hear things - like heartbeats. I just wanted to hear yours. Makes me feel better.

[ He shrugs, a little, almost apologetic. Didn't mean to be a weirdo. ]