[ Definitely hasn't heard about Tate's boner. Derek's-- thrown, for a second, but. He doesn't really get the chance to unpack all that, not when Tate's flicking pretzels at him and guilting him over ultimatums that don't exist. Derek swats at the pretzel, sitting up straight. ]
No, that's - hold on.
[ Derek shakes his head, holding one arm out, gripping Tate by the shoulder. ]
I'm not - weighing you against each other. I wouldn't do that, there's no - competition. I want to trust you, so I trust you. Doesn't have anything to do with Stiles.
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[ Definitely hasn't heard about Tate's boner. Derek's-- thrown, for a second, but. He doesn't really get the chance to unpack all that, not when Tate's flicking pretzels at him and guilting him over ultimatums that don't exist. Derek swats at the pretzel, sitting up straight. ]
No, that's - hold on.
[ Derek shakes his head, holding one arm out, gripping Tate by the shoulder. ]
I'm not - weighing you against each other. I wouldn't do that, there's no - competition. I want to trust you, so I trust you. Doesn't have anything to do with Stiles.