['This is the shit I need to know', Derek says - making Tate wonder if that's for better or for worse. He doesn't think that Derek's angry enough to do anything and could fathom that perhaps he just knows what it'd mean to go after Kavinsky right now - while Tate's his until July. Tate could get folded over easy, blamed for this. That gives Tate a moment of relief, knowing that this could force Derek back. Until July.
He nods his head, acknowledging what's being said and offered. His hand is still on Derek's leg and he shifts his weight forward onto it, like he's grateful for what he's been given. Grateful he's not going to charge into this and blast everything apart, ruining Tate's carefully laid out plans. His life. Strewn between so many people, he can't lose the things that make him happy.]
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He nods his head, acknowledging what's being said and offered. His hand is still on Derek's leg and he shifts his weight forward onto it, like he's grateful for what he's been given. Grateful he's not going to charge into this and blast everything apart, ruining Tate's carefully laid out plans. His life. Strewn between so many people, he can't lose the things that make him happy.]
You're my alpha, and that's... all I need.
[Solidarity.]
At least until you're my dom. And then I'm whatever you need, too.
[His hand slides upward, ever so gently. Ever so light.]