[ Wow, he's not the person to ask about this. Derek listens, feels a shot of fear and guilt over Tate not wanting his death getting around, and he ultimately struggles to come up with some decent and fulfilling advice. ]

I don't... trust people, Tate. You're a pretty fucking big exception for me.

[ But - if he can't give advice, he can at least tell Tate his experience with him? Feels kind of shallow, though. Derek's visibly insecure, pressing his lips together, swinging one leg in the air beneath him. ]

I told you about... being a werewolf, about my sisters, and about the fire, because I want to be as close to you as possible. It's - scary, and it's hard, every time, but I want...

[ You. Them. Something unbreakable. Derek shakes his head, trailing off. ]

Doesn't matter. I've talked enough about... you. Like that. [ He rubs the back of his neck, shoots Tate a sidelong glance. ] Just - if you want someone to like you for you, they need to actually know you, right? Hiding everything important is only going to get you half a relationship.