[Tate watches Derek with that same wide eyed look as he 'thinks', whatever the hell that means. His chest feels a bit tight and he's sure his heart's so obviously in his throat during this prolonged moment of torture, because he doesn't know what's happening in Derek's head. Worse than it is with most people, trying to guess what's behind the calm or - well, angry - looking face of Derek's? It's hard.

And Tate hates not knowing what people think of him.

He thinks of the concept of dating and blanks when he tries to overlay it with his feelings toward Peter. He doesn't know how to date guys - doesn't know how to be so open about it the way he's sure Peter deserves. He's hung up on too much. This city hangs him up on even more. It wouldn't work, sub to sub. It wouldn't work because he's got two possessive Doms looking down over his life. It wouldn't work because Peter's far too sweet to be tainted by him. It wouldn't work.]

Like - Like I said, I know. I don't even know if that's what I want. I just... I've never had feelings like this before. For, for a guy. It's not just... it's not just like, ah.

[He rubs at his face, getting frustrated. It's harder to calm down now.]

It's not just physical stuff. I just like hearing him talk. I felt this way before, with Violet. Like I found someone who... who I'm excited to talk to. And see. Who wants to see me, though, too.