[Tate's panic is immediate and he puts his palms to the table, standing up too quickly himself - ready to trip over his own legs if it means keeping Derek from leaving. His beer nearly tips over and Tate's caught between his seat and the table, eyes wide and still a misted black. In fact, more than ever does a sheen gather on his lower lashes, like it's going to push over at any second and trail down his cheeks.]
You can - you can be mad at me, you can yell at me or whatever you want.
['Even if I don't really get why'.]
Just don't go? I need - I need your help, and you said you'd be here for me. You said you'd be here for me. You're gonna take that back just because - why? I signed with someone else? I had my reasons. You didn't even tell me when you signed with Stiles. You both lied to me about even knowing each other. You can't get mad at me for being fucking honest with you. Because I thought I could.
[The tears fall, and Tate almost seems startled when they drop against the table. He can't deal with another rejection, not so close to the last one. He can't lose another person because this time it'd just prove that he was never there in the first place.]
You're supposed to be my alpha and you - you won't even...
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[Tate's panic is immediate and he puts his palms to the table, standing up too quickly himself - ready to trip over his own legs if it means keeping Derek from leaving. His beer nearly tips over and Tate's caught between his seat and the table, eyes wide and still a misted black. In fact, more than ever does a sheen gather on his lower lashes, like it's going to push over at any second and trail down his cheeks.]
You can - you can be mad at me, you can yell at me or whatever you want.
['Even if I don't really get why'.]
Just don't go? I need - I need your help, and you said you'd be here for me. You said you'd be here for me. You're gonna take that back just because - why? I signed with someone else? I had my reasons. You didn't even tell me when you signed with Stiles. You both lied to me about even knowing each other. You can't get mad at me for being fucking honest with you. Because I thought I could.
[The tears fall, and Tate almost seems startled when they drop against the table. He can't deal with another rejection, not so close to the last one. He can't lose another person because this time it'd just prove that he was never there in the first place.]
You're supposed to be my alpha and you - you won't even...