[ Warm. Warm, okay, he can do warm. Derek nods, watching Tate slip his shirt on over his head, and - that's enough. He's overstepping his bounds, making Tate uncomfortable, and that's not what he wanted, he's just... scared. He nods again, and then again, and he's nodding too much for it to be natural. He turns, starts to leave, and then - Tate says he's not going to stay. ]

Wait - you don't want to stay? I could take the couch. I wouldn't mind. Stiles wouldn't, either. You're not going to get in trouble for sleeping one night where you're not supposed to.

[ And - this is going to be Tate's home in a few months, anyway, he wants to add, but he feels like talking that far into the future right now is only going to push Tate away. Derek doesn't want him to fucking be alone, though, or -- or go back with his dom, who he still doesn't trust. He looks at Tate, quietly, just - wracking his brain, going through excuse after excuse after excuse, trying to think of a way to keep him here. Just for tonight. ]

It's raining. You should at least stay until it stops.