[ Derek doesn't feel... softened, by the way Tate cries. He feels sad, and that's new, but he feels disconnected from himself, like he's watching everything happen through somebody else's eyes. He's losing control of himself, he thinks, distantly, feeling waves of bloodlust and heat and pain and primal, animalistic rage crashing through his body. Tate is shaking and scared and Derek doesn't feel guilt, not yet, but he will, once everything dies down. ]
I don't want you seeing him anymore. Ever again. You're going to stay with me. I want you to move in with me and Stiles.
[ Derek stares at Tate, waiting for him to-- to nod, or something, but before he gets the chance to do anything, Derek sees that for the impossibility it is. People fucking-- died, at Fort Harmony. Derek can't hide a stray sub in his house and force him to disobey his contract. He'll get punished, without a doubt, and even though Derek thinks he could singlehandedly protect him from Duplicity's law enforcement, he knows that's just the full moon talking. He was beaten and battered and depowered, at the Fort. They could do that to him again.
So-- so. Plan B. Derek sets his hands on Tate's shoulders, squeezing tight, silently willing him to stop shaking, and he sets his knee on the edge of Tate's seat, moving in even closer to hold eye contact. He just wants to help him. All Derek's ever wanted was to help him. ]
Forget-- forget that. I'll stay in the hotel for the rest of the week. We'll share a room, and you'll stay with me, right until we have to leave.
[ He'll-- fuck, he's still angry, but at the core of things, Derek will do anything to keep Tate safe. Anything to keep him away from his dom, at least until Derek can talk to Stiles and ask if there's ever been a way to null someone's contract. Maybe Kavinsky's a good guy, maybe he's better for Tate than Derek thinks - but Derek's spent too many years assuming the worst of people to break that streak now, and Tate isn't smart enough or self-reliant enough to be that close to a supply of drugs and not completely fuck himself up. ]
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I don't want you seeing him anymore. Ever again. You're going to stay with me. I want you to move in with me and Stiles.
[ Derek stares at Tate, waiting for him to-- to nod, or something, but before he gets the chance to do anything, Derek sees that for the impossibility it is. People fucking-- died, at Fort Harmony. Derek can't hide a stray sub in his house and force him to disobey his contract. He'll get punished, without a doubt, and even though Derek thinks he could singlehandedly protect him from Duplicity's law enforcement, he knows that's just the full moon talking. He was beaten and battered and depowered, at the Fort. They could do that to him again.
So-- so. Plan B. Derek sets his hands on Tate's shoulders, squeezing tight, silently willing him to stop shaking, and he sets his knee on the edge of Tate's seat, moving in even closer to hold eye contact. He just wants to help him. All Derek's ever wanted was to help him. ]
Forget-- forget that. I'll stay in the hotel for the rest of the week. We'll share a room, and you'll stay with me, right until we have to leave.
[ He'll-- fuck, he's still angry, but at the core of things, Derek will do anything to keep Tate safe. Anything to keep him away from his dom, at least until Derek can talk to Stiles and ask if there's ever been a way to null someone's contract. Maybe Kavinsky's a good guy, maybe he's better for Tate than Derek thinks - but Derek's spent too many years assuming the worst of people to break that streak now, and Tate isn't smart enough or self-reliant enough to be that close to a supply of drugs and not completely fuck himself up. ]