[Tate doesn't think things are being nailed down the way he wants, and it's frustrating. He wants Derek to value what he has, and yet - maybe it's too true, he wants to be told he's worth just as much. Because even though he can admire true love, he so desperately wants to feel worthy of people that it makes him jealous in the same breath. He kicks his leg a bit, and slowly turns so both hang off one side of the branch. Surprisingly, doesn't risk losing his balance.]

I want to... have someone like that one day. I thought I did, with Violet.

[A touchy subject - darkness encircles him at the thought, but he ebbs it away. Closes his eyes, breathes deep and scratches his nails back and forth on the denim over his knees. He relaxes, without any scratches. Cuts. Nicks. Bites or the color red to guide him here.]

I don't know how to start again. Especially here.