[Tate stops dead in his tracks the second Derek reaches out to stop him, a thrum behind his breastbone igniting when his fingers linger there. He looks up, wide eyed and as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. He stands a bit taller, straightening out as if that feeling is drawn out - feeling Derek's hand go over his collar, feeling it slide up his throat. His heart hammers away and he stares at Derek almost as if he thinks any second he could do the wrong thing by simply breathing in.

He lifts his chin, stretching his throat taut beneath Derek's hand and his eyes watch Derek's face but his posture softens. He's surrendering to his hand, his lead, trying to show he's no threat - not that he feels threatened, but that he trusts.]

I... I already told you some of - the hard things I went through. Is... Is there anything you want to ask me about? I'll answer.