[ Derek watches Tate climb a little higher, and he's - concerned. He's wearing his emotions for Tate on his sleeve a little too often, lately. He knows the dangers of worrying about Tate, he knows that crowding him and suffocating him over every little thing will just - lead to another fight, eventually - but.
He can't help it. Tate means a lot to him. Tate stops climbing and Derek's visibly relieved, his shoulders sloping as his lungs start working again. Tate straddles the branch he's on and Derek's - smiling, again. All traces of being annoyed just - gone. ]
I've survived worse.
[ But it would still fuck him up pretty bad. Derek inches a little closer to Tate, vaguely protective. He wants to be close enough to grab him, if he falls. ]
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He can't help it. Tate means a lot to him. Tate stops climbing and Derek's visibly relieved, his shoulders sloping as his lungs start working again. Tate straddles the branch he's on and Derek's - smiling, again. All traces of being annoyed just - gone. ]
I've survived worse.
[ But it would still fuck him up pretty bad. Derek inches a little closer to Tate, vaguely protective. He wants to be close enough to grab him, if he falls. ]
I've got you, though. Not gonna let you fall.