[ There's a lot that Derek wants to say - of course there is, he might not ever really be over what happened - but he's not going to get into it all again, least of all when Tate's precariously trying to find his balance this high up in the fucking sky. Derek doesn't say anything until he has a firm grip on Tate, moving back to stand on the very, very edge of the branch so Tate can walk ahead of him and climb down first. ]
Not... trying to make you feel bad.
[ Just trying to say he was afraid. More afraid then than he is of falling, right now. Derek's grip around the trunk slips a little, but he holds on tight, his other hand firm on Tate's forearm. ]
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Not... trying to make you feel bad.
[ Just trying to say he was afraid. More afraid then than he is of falling, right now. Derek's grip around the trunk slips a little, but he holds on tight, his other hand firm on Tate's forearm. ]
C'mon. You go first. I'll follow.