[ Tate acquiesces, and Derek didn't really expect this to end so smoothly, so there's a low simmering relief that sits in his chest and mellows things out a little. He doesn't feel any better, but he doesn't feel any worse, either. He really needs to talk to Stiles about all of this; he needs fresh eyes on his reaction, he needs to know how badly he's in the wrong. Derek slowly peels back from Tate, sitting back on his thighs, and he drags his palm down his chin, visibly tired.
He's still so, so angry. It's calm and it's quiet but it's there, and when he looks at Tate, there's just this frustrated, violent impulse that beats through him. He wants to ask what the fuck is wrong with this kid, he wants to know what could possibly be going through his head to justify throwing himself into an environment that's only going to worsen the problems Derek's supposed to be fixing. He hates this kind of anger. Sticks to his ribs like tar, makes him feel like throwing up.
Tate asks about the beach and Derek clenches his jaw. Tate still feels small and helpless and pitiful and Derek feels like an asshole more and more for putting him in that position, but this just feels - manipulative, again. Selfish. Derek can't disguise his hesitation, or the slow reluctance in his voice, when he answers. ]
Just you. That's still the rule. Once you break it, you can't come back.
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He's still so, so angry. It's calm and it's quiet but it's there, and when he looks at Tate, there's just this frustrated, violent impulse that beats through him. He wants to ask what the fuck is wrong with this kid, he wants to know what could possibly be going through his head to justify throwing himself into an environment that's only going to worsen the problems Derek's supposed to be fixing. He hates this kind of anger. Sticks to his ribs like tar, makes him feel like throwing up.
Tate asks about the beach and Derek clenches his jaw. Tate still feels small and helpless and pitiful and Derek feels like an asshole more and more for putting him in that position, but this just feels - manipulative, again. Selfish. Derek can't disguise his hesitation, or the slow reluctance in his voice, when he answers. ]
Just you. That's still the rule. Once you break it, you can't come back.