[ Tate looks like he's struggling to deal with this, and Derek feels a bit like he's been doused in cold water. It's a cruel joke, for the universe to bring Tate back to some degree while finding ways to remind him that he's still very much dead. Derek hates this. ]
It's... not fun, no.
[ And if he knew a way around it, he'd say so, but. As far as he knows, there isn't one. Derek cautiously sets both hands on Tate's wrist, slipping his fingers beneath his jacket sleeves as best as he can, not -- trying to take his pain, just... wanting that contact. ]
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It's... not fun, no.
[ And if he knew a way around it, he'd say so, but. As far as he knows, there isn't one. Derek cautiously sets both hands on Tate's wrist, slipping his fingers beneath his jacket sleeves as best as he can, not -- trying to take his pain, just... wanting that contact. ]
I'm sorry. You don't deserve this.