[Derek doesn't know what he's doing to Tate. He can't possibly know. Would he do it if he did? Tate doesn't have a defensive response, he doesn't seek to defend Violet because it's not true anymore. He's not the most important thing in her life, she doesn't even want to see him. Derek's not lying when he says he needs him more than her, because she doesn't need him at all. But to say that Derek needs him more than she ever did?
Tate doesn't reply. He's silent, words dried up and his response coming in the form of a few fallen tears that trickle down his cheeks and hit Derek's hand. Tears he can't explain; of relief, of want and of a desire to believe this truth so desperately that it physically hurts him. His eyes are a glossy black and he breathes in shakily, nostrils flared and his silence drawn on.
Please don't be lying. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.]
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Tate doesn't reply. He's silent, words dried up and his response coming in the form of a few fallen tears that trickle down his cheeks and hit Derek's hand. Tears he can't explain; of relief, of want and of a desire to believe this truth so desperately that it physically hurts him. His eyes are a glossy black and he breathes in shakily, nostrils flared and his silence drawn on.
Please don't be lying. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.]