[ Fine. Fine, okay. Derek was swayed to stay when Tate first begged him not to go, standing still and resting on his heels, but he's already regretting it. When Tate gets angry with him for signing with Stiles, for lying, even though the two of them barely each other at that point, Derek feels sick with how upset that makes him. He thought Tate realized why Derek had so much difficulty trusting people, and he'd thought Tate realized he'd become a lot more open with him since then, but. Apparently not. Apparently all that pledging to trust each other didn't mean anything.
Tate's manipulative. Tate's-- manipulative, and for once, Derek can actually see that.
Because there's a lot to react to in what Tate says - a lot that makes Derek flare up with an anger that burns brighter and brighter the more that Tate talks - but none more than Tate calling him his Alpha. ]
Don't call me that.
[ That's manipulative. That's-- that's so manipulative, that's manipulative, and Derek's stunned by the fact that Tate actually tried to use the bite against him like that. He's visibly hurt, and it shows in his expression, as pained as it is frustrated. He tries to swallow it down, but the full moon is getting to him, and everything stays at eleven. He needs to get home. Needs to see Stiles. Needs someone that's his. Someone he actually wants to be his. ]
You're not being honest. You're being a coward. I can't believe I--
[ Cared. Tried. Any of it. Offered the bite. ]
I sat by that bed all night. Didn't sleep. Didn't even move. I could smell you shutting down from the inside. You were fucked up and rotten and dead, and I was the only one who cared enough about you to notice how much trouble you were in. And now you're just - signing yourself away to the person who put you there.
[ Derek doesn't want to talk about this. Doesn't want to stay. Doesn't want to help Tate with his plan to defend against the city. Doesn't want anything to do with him. Not right now. Derek shakes his head, looking at Tate head on, clenching his teeth and trying not to yell. Trying. ]
We're not pack. You don't get to act like we're pack. Doubt you ever even wanted to be.
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Tate's manipulative. Tate's-- manipulative, and for once, Derek can actually see that.
Because there's a lot to react to in what Tate says - a lot that makes Derek flare up with an anger that burns brighter and brighter the more that Tate talks - but none more than Tate calling him his Alpha. ]
Don't call me that.
[ That's manipulative. That's-- that's so manipulative, that's manipulative, and Derek's stunned by the fact that Tate actually tried to use the bite against him like that. He's visibly hurt, and it shows in his expression, as pained as it is frustrated. He tries to swallow it down, but the full moon is getting to him, and everything stays at eleven. He needs to get home. Needs to see Stiles. Needs someone that's his. Someone he actually wants to be his. ]
You're not being honest. You're being a coward. I can't believe I--
[ Cared. Tried. Any of it. Offered the bite. ]
I sat by that bed all night. Didn't sleep. Didn't even move. I could smell you shutting down from the inside. You were fucked up and rotten and dead, and I was the only one who cared enough about you to notice how much trouble you were in. And now you're just - signing yourself away to the person who put you there.
[ Derek doesn't want to talk about this. Doesn't want to stay. Doesn't want to help Tate with his plan to defend against the city. Doesn't want anything to do with him. Not right now. Derek shakes his head, looking at Tate head on, clenching his teeth and trying not to yell. Trying. ]
We're not pack. You don't get to act like we're pack. Doubt you ever even wanted to be.