[Tate listens and yearns to believe Derek, wiping at his eyes a time or two more before sniffing and seeming to conquer stemming the flow of tears down his cheeks. Derek's offering to be something for him, someone, and he wants to believe that too. To trust in that, even though he feels shaky about it since the Fort. But he's winning him over. Which honestly isn't difficult when you appeal to the needy, egotistical center of Tate's brain.]

I had to... you - you won't get it. Because it wouldn't work for you.

[Blotting out his problems with unhealthy drug abuse.]

I just wanted to feel okay. That's all. It was worth it, even if it didn't last.