[ Maybe it's just the full moon getting to him, maybe it's the growing sense of disappointment and resentment boiling in his chest, but Derek's getting angry enough to see Tate in... kind of a bad light. He just supplied, Tate says, and Derek rolls his eyes hard enough to roll his neck with them. He's not some freak, he adds, and Derek answers fast and sharp, almost cutting him off with how quick he is to answer. ]
I'm not calling him a freak, I'm calling him irresponsible.
[ Derek offered Tate a home, he offered him safety, and rather than reach out and take it, Tate - what - ran to the guy who can keep him high, maybe fuck him in the way that Derek keeps denying him? Tate had to realize Derek wouldn't be okay with this. He was so fucking worried, that night. Tate had to have known that.
Tate's kind of an asshole. Tate's just-- using him, that's what this feels like. He keeps acting like he's this hurt, sad little boy who needs help, while all the while, he feeds his bad habits and sinks further into shitty relationships, ignoring Derek's advice and attempts to help him. He calls on Derek when he wants something from him, and that's - suddenly, it feels like that's all Tate wants him for. This relationship feels a whole lot less real, suddenly. A whole lot less like it matters what Derek thinks or feels or wants. Derek said he wanted to take care of Tate, sure, but he didn't want their relationship to feel this one-sided.
He's not dealing with this. Fuck this. Tate has to know how worried Derek was that night, he has to know what the offer for the bite meant. Derek leaves his beer where it is, still mostly full, and stands up, shaking his head. Can't do this. ]
I'm out of here.
[ He's just - going to yell right now, if he stays. ]
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I'm not calling him a freak, I'm calling him irresponsible.
[ Derek offered Tate a home, he offered him safety, and rather than reach out and take it, Tate - what - ran to the guy who can keep him high, maybe fuck him in the way that Derek keeps denying him? Tate had to realize Derek wouldn't be okay with this. He was so fucking worried, that night. Tate had to have known that.
Tate's kind of an asshole. Tate's just-- using him, that's what this feels like. He keeps acting like he's this hurt, sad little boy who needs help, while all the while, he feeds his bad habits and sinks further into shitty relationships, ignoring Derek's advice and attempts to help him. He calls on Derek when he wants something from him, and that's - suddenly, it feels like that's all Tate wants him for. This relationship feels a whole lot less real, suddenly. A whole lot less like it matters what Derek thinks or feels or wants. Derek said he wanted to take care of Tate, sure, but he didn't want their relationship to feel this one-sided.
He's not dealing with this. Fuck this. Tate has to know how worried Derek was that night, he has to know what the offer for the bite meant. Derek leaves his beer where it is, still mostly full, and stands up, shaking his head. Can't do this. ]
I'm out of here.
[ He's just - going to yell right now, if he stays. ]